Зеленая миля

Chapter 4

           Ilookedhimuplateron,becauselateronJohnCoffeybecamesortofanobsessionwithme.McGeetoldthisHammersmiththattheirblondehairwasn’tblondeanymore.Itwasauburn.Bloodhadrundowntheircheeksoutofitlikeitwasabaddye-job,andyoudidn’thavetobeadoctortoseethattheirfragileskullshadbeendashedtogetherwiththeforceofthosemightyarms.Probablytheyhadbeencrying.Probablyhehadwantedtomakethemstop.Ifthegirlshadbeenlucky,thishadhappenedbeforetherapes.

           Lookingatthatmadeithardforamantothink,evenamanasdeterminedtodohisjobasDeputyMcGeewas.Badthinkingcouldcausemistakes,maybemorebloodshed.McGeedrewhiminadeepbreathandcalmedhimself.Tried,anyway.

           "Wellsir,Idon’texactlyremember,bedogifIdo,"Coffeysaidinhistear-chokedvoice,"butit’salittlelunch,allright,sammidgesandIthinkaswee"pickle."

           Imightjusthavealookformyself,it’sallthesametoyou,"McGeesaid."Don’tyoumovenow,JohnCoffey.Don’tdoit,boy,becausethereareenoughgunsaimedatyoutomakeyoudisappearfromthewaistupshouldyousomuchastwitchafinger."

           Coffeylookedoutacrosstheriveranddidn’tmoveasMcGeegentlyreachedintothechestpocketofthosebiballsandpulledoutsomethingwrappedinnewspaperandtiedwithahankofbutcher’stwine.McGeesnappedthestringandopenedthepaper,althoughhewasprettysureitwasjustwhatCoffeysaiditwas,alittlelunch.

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