Зеленая миля

Chapter 6

           Thereweredarkcirclesunderhereyes.AnditwasthefirsttimeIeversawherinherrockerwhenshedidn’thavealapfulofsewingorafghansquaresorragsforbraidingintoarug.Shewasjustsittingthere.Likeapersoninatrain-station.

           "Melinda,"mywifesaidwarmly.IthinkshewasasshockedasIwasmore,perhapsbutshehiditsplendidly,assomewomenseemabletodo.ShewenttoMelinda,droppedononekneebesidetherockingchairinwhichthewarden’swifesat,andtookoneofherhands.Asshedid,myeyehappenedonthebluehearthrugbythefireplace.Itoccurredtomethatitshouldhavebeentheshadeoftiredoldlimes,becausenowthisroomwasjustanotherversionoftheGreenMile.

           "Ibroughtyousometea,"Jansaid,"thekindIputupmyself.It’sanicesleepytea.I’veleftitinthekitchen."

           "Thankyousomuch,darlin,"Melindasaid.Hervoicesoundedoldandrusty

           "Howyoufeeling,dear?"mywifeasked.

           "Better,"Melindasaidinherrusty,gratingvoice."Notso’sIwanttogoouttoabarndance,butatleastthere’snopaintoday.Theygivemesomepillsfortheheadaches.Sometimestheyevenwork."

           "That’sgood,isn’tit?"

           "ButIcan’tgripsowell.Something’shappened...tomyhand."Sheraisedit,lookedatitasifshehadneverseenitbefore,thenlowereditbackintoherlap."Something’shappened...alloverme.

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