Зеленая миля

Chapter 12

           "Notscary."

           "Allright."Shetookthepages."I’mgoingtotakethesedowntomyroom.I’llseeyououtonthecroquetcoursearound..."Sheriffledthemanuscript,estimating."Four?Isthatallright?"

           "Perfect,"Isaid,thinkingofthetoo-curiousBradDolan.Hewouldbegonebythen.

           Shereachedout,gavemyarmalittlesqueeze,andlefttheroom.IstoodwhereIwasforamoment,lookingdownatthetable,takinginthefactthatitwasbareagainexceptforthebreakfasttrayElainehadbroughtmethatmorning,myscatteredpapersatlastgone.Isomehowcouldn’tbelieveIwasdone...andasyoucansee,sinceallthiswaswrittenafterIrecordedJohnCoffey’sexecutionandgavethelastbatchofpagestoElaine,Iwasnot.Andeventhen,partofmeknewwhy.

           Alabama.

           Ifilchedthelastpieceofcoldtoastoffthetray,wentdownstairs,andoutontothecroquetcourse.ThereIsatinthesun,watchinghalfadozenpairsandoneslowbutcheerfulfoursomepassbywavingtheirmallets,thinkingmyoldman’sthoughtsandlettingthesunwarmmyoldman’sbones.

           Aroundtwo-forty-five,thethree-to-elevenshiftstartedtotrickleinfromtheparkinglot,andatthree,theday-shiftfolksleft.Mostwereingroups,butBradDolan,Isaw,waswalkingalone.Thatwassortofahappysight;maybetheworldhasn’tgoneentirelytohell,afterall.Oneofhisjoke-bookswasstickingoutofhisbackpocket.

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