Зеленая миля

Chapter 1

           

           Iskippedlunch,wroteuntilfouro’clockorso,andwhenIfinallyputmypencildown,myhandwasaching.Iwalkedslowlydowntotheendofthesecond-floorcorridor.There’sawindowtherethatlooksoutontheemployeeparkinglot.BradDolan,theorderlywhoremindsmeofPercyandtheonewhoisaltogethertoocuriousaboutwhereIgoandwhatIdoonmywalksdrivesanoldChevroletwithabumperstickerthatsaysIHAVESEENGODANDHISNAMEISNEWT.Itwasgone;Brad’sshiftwasoverandhe’dtakenhimselfofftowhatevergardenspothecallshome.IenvisionanAirstreamtrailerwithHustlergatefoldsScotch-tapedtothewallsandDixieBeercansinthecorners.

           Iwentoutthroughthekitchen,wheredinnerpreparationsweregettingstarted."Whatyougotinthatbag,Mr.Edgecombe?"Nortonaskedme.

           "It’sanemptybottle,"Isaid."I’vediscoveredtheFountainofYouthdownthereinthewoods.Ipopdowneveryafternoonaboutthistimeanddrawalittle.Idrinkitatbedtime.Goodstuff,Icantellyou."

           "Maybekeepinyouyoung,"saidGeorge,theothercook,"butitain’tdoinshitforyourlooks"

           Weallhadalaughatthat,andIwentout.IfoundmyselflookingaroundforDolaneventhoughhiscarwasgone,calledmyselfachumpforlettinghimgetsofarundermyskin,andcrossedthecroquetcourse.

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