Зеленая миля

Chapter 2

           Itwasapurposefulpose,analmosturgentpose.Andhisvoice,hadthesamequality,whichwaswhy,Isuppose,Ididn’trecognizeitasbelongingtoCoffeyatfirst.Heseemedadifferentmanfromthelost,weepysoulthathadoccupiedthiscellforthelastfewweeks.

           "Giveimtome,Mr.Edgecombe!Whilethere’sstilltime!"

           ThenIrememberedwhathe’ddoneforme,andunderstood.Isupposeditcouldn’thurt,butIdidn’tthinkitwoulddomuchgood,either.WhenIpickedthemouseup,IwincedatthefeelthereweresomanysplinteredbonespokingatvariousspotsonMr.Jingles’shidethatitwaslikepickingupafur-coveredpincushion.Thiswasnourinaryinfection.Still

           "Whatareyoudoing?"BrutalaskedasIputMr.JinglesinCoffey’shugerighthand."Whatthehell?"

           Coffeypulledthemousebackthroughthebars.HelaylimponCoffey’spalm,tailhangingoverthearcbetweenCoffey’sthumbandfirstfinger,thetiptwitchingweaklyinmidair.ThenCoffeycoveredhisrighthandwithhisleft,creatingakindofcupinwhichthemouselay.WecouldnolongerseeMr.Jingleshimself,onlythetail,hangingdownandtwitchingatthetiplikeadyingpendulum.Coffeyliftedhishandstowardhisface,spreadingthefingersoftherightashedidso,creatingspaceslikethosebetweenprisonbars.Thetailofthemousenowhungfromthesideofhishandsthatwasfacingus.

           Brutalsteppednexttome,stillholdingthecoloredspoolbetweenhisfingers.

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