Зеленая миля

Chapter 1

           

           "WhenIfinishwhatI’mwriting"Ibegan,thenshookmyheadalittle.Thatwaswrong."IfIfinishwhatI’mwriting,wouldyoureadit?"

           Sheseemedtoconsider,thengavemethesortofsmileamancouldeasilyfallinlovewith,evenamanasoldasme."Thatwouldbemyhonor."

           "You’dbetterwaituntilyoureaditbeforeyoutalkabouthonor,"Isaid,anditwasDelacroix’sdeathIwasthinkingof.

           "I’llreadit,though,"shesaid."Everyword.Ipromise.Butyouhavetofinishwritingit,first."

           Sheleftmetoit,butitwasalongtimebeforeIwroteanything.Isatstaringoutthewindowsforalmostanhour,tappingmypenagainstthesideofthetable,watchingthegraydaybrightenalittleatatime,thinkingaboutBradDolan,whocallsmePaulieandnevertiresofjokesaboutchinksandslopesandspicksandmicks,thinkingaboutwhatElaineConnellyhadsaid.Hethinksyou’vegotasecret.SodoI.

           AndmaybeIdo.Yes,maybeIdo.AndofcourseBradDolanwantsit.Notbecausehethinksit’simportant(andit’snot,Iguess,excepttome),butbecausehedoesn’tthinkveryoldmenlikemyselfshouldhavesecrets.Notakingtheponchosoffthehookoutsidethekitchen;nosecrets,either.Nogettingtheideathatthelikesofusarestillhuman.Andwhyshouldn’twebeallowedsuchanidea?Hedoesn’tknow.Andinthat,too,heislikePercy

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