Зеленая миля

Chapter 1

           Idon’tknowaboutthefirstone,butthistimehewasdoingitonpurpose,squeezingtohurt.Hiseyesshiftingbackandforth,makingsurenoonewasaroundintheearly-morningwet,noonetoseehewasabusingoneoftheoldfolkshewassupposedtobetakingcareof.

           "Whatdoyoudodownthatpath?"heasked."Iknowyoudon’tgodownthereandjerkoff,thosedaysarelongbehindyou,sowhatdoyoudo?"

           "Nothing,"Isaid,tellingmyselftobecalm,nottoshowhimhowbadhewashurtingmeandtobecalm,torememberhe’donlymentionedthepath,hedidn’tknowabouttheshed."Ijustwalk.Toclearmymind"

           "Toolateforthat,Paulie,yourmind’snevergonnabeclearagain!"Hesqueezedmythinoldmareswristagain,grindingthebrittlebones,eyescontinuallyshiftingfromsidetoside,wantingtomakesurehewassafe.Bradwasn’tafraidofbreakingtherules;hewasonlyafraidofbeingcaughtbreakingthem.Andinthat,too,hewaslikePercyWetmore,whowouldneverletyouforgethewasthegovernor’snephew."Oldasyouare,itsamiracleyoucanrememberwhoyouare.You’retoogoddamold.Evenforamuseumlikethis.Yougivemethefuckingcreeps,Paulie."

           "Letgoofme,"Isaid,tryingtokeepthewhineoutofmyvoice.Itwasn’tjustpride,either.Ithoughtifheheardit,itmightinflamehim,thewaythesmellofsweatcansometimesinflameabad-tempereddogonewhichwouldotherwiseonlygrowltobite.

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