Зеленая миля

Chapter 12

           

           Therewasatablepushedofftooneside.Onitwasaflashlightandabrownpaperbag.OnthedirtyfloorwasaHav-A-TampacigarboxI’dgottenfromtheconcessionmanwhorefillsthehome’ssoft-drinkandcandymachines.I’daskedhimforitspecial,andsincehiscompanyalsosellstobaccoproducts,itwaseasyforhimtoget.IofferedtopayhimforittheywerevaluablecommoditieswhenIworkedatColdMountain,asImayhavetoldyoubuthejustlaughedmeoff.

           Peeringovertheedgeofitwereapairofbrightlittleoilspoteyes.

           "Mr.Jingles,"Isaidinalowvoice."Comeoverhere.Comeonoverhere,oldboy,andseethislady."

           Isquatteddownithurt,butImanagedandheldoutmyhand.AtfirstIdidn’tthinkhewasgoingtobeabletogetoverthesideoftheboxthistime,buthemadeitwithonefinallunge.Helandedonhisside,thenregainedhisfeet,andcameovertome.Heranwithahitchinglimpinoneofhisbacklegs;theinjurythatPercyhadinflictedhadcomebackinMr.Jingles’soldage.Hisold,oldage.Exceptforthetopofhisheadandthetipofhistail,hisfurhadgoneentirelygray.

           Hehoppedontothepalmofmyhand.Iraisedhimupandhestretchedhisneckout,sniffingatmybreathwithhisearslaidbackandhistinydarkeyesavid.IheldmyhandouttowardElaine,wholookedatthemousewithwide-eyedwonder,herlipsparted.

           "Itcan’tbe,"shesaid,andraisedhereyestome.

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