Зеленая миля

Chapter 4

           Thenyoucanwriteyourreportonlastnight."

           "Thatshouldbecreative,"Brutalremarked,hookinghisthumbsintohisbeltandlookingupattheceiling.

           "Youguysarefunnier’nafuckinchurch,"Percysaid,butbeyondthathedidn’tprotest.Didn’tevenpointouttheobvious,whichwasthatthefloorintherehadalreadybeenwashedatleasttwicethatday.Myguessisthathewasgladforthechancetobeawayfromus.

           Iwentoverthepreviousshiftreport,sawnothingthatconcernedme,andthentookawalkdowntoWharton’scell.Hewassittingthereonhisbunkwithhiskneesdrawnupandhisarmsclaspedaroundhisshins,lookingatmewithabright,hostilesmile.

           "Well,ifitain’tthebigboss,"hesaid."Bigaslifeandtwiceasugly.Youlookhappier’napigkneedeepinshit,BossEdgecombe.Wifegiveyourpeckerapullbeforeyoulefthome,didshe?"

           "Howyoudoing,Kid?"Iaskedevenly,andatthathebrightenedforreal.Heletgoofhislegs,stoodup,andstretched.Hissmilebroadened,andsomeofthehostilitywentoutofit.

           "Well,damn!"hesaid."Yougotmynamerightforonce!What’sthematterwithyou,BossEdgecombe?Yousickorsumpin?"

           No,notsick.I’dbeensick,butJohnCoffeyhadtakencareofthat.Hishandsnolongerknewthetrickoftyingashoe,iftheyeverhad,buttheyknewothertricks.Yesindeedtheydid.

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