Зеленая миля

Chapter 4

           Deandid,hunchingalittleandwincingasanotherblastofthundershookthestorageshed.Thistimeitwasfollowedbythefirstspattersofrainacrosstheroof.Theysoundedhard,likesomeoneflinginghandfulsofgoobersontoawashboard.

           You’veheardpeoplesay"Mybloodrancold"aboutthings,haven’tyou?Sure.Allofushave,buttheonlytimeinallmyyearsthatIactuallyfeltithappentomewasonthatnewandthunderstruckmorninginOctoberof1932,atabouttensecondspastmidnight.Itwasn’tthelookofpoisontriumphonPercyWetmore’sfaceashesteppedawayfromthecapped,clamped,andhoodedfiguresittingthereinOldSparky;itwaswhatIshouldhaveseenanddidn’t.TherewasnowaterrunningdownDel’scheeksfromoutofthecap.ThatwaswhenIfinallygotit.

           "EdwardDelacroix,"Percywassaying,"electricityshallnowbepassedthroughyourbodyuntilyouaredead,accordingtostatelaw."

           IlookedoveratBrutalinanagonythatmademyurinaryinfectionseemlikeabumpedfingerThespongeisdry!Imouthedathim,butheonlyshookhishead,notunderstanding,andlookedbackatthemaskovertheFrenchman’sface,wheretheman’slastfewbreathswerepullingtheblacksilkinandthenblousingitoutagain.

           IreachedforPercy’selbowandhesteppedawayfromme,givingmeaflatlookashedidso.Itwasonlyamomentaryglance,butittoldmeeverything.

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