Зеленая миля

Chapter 7

           

           Therewasnobroombythedutydesk,buttherewasarollingmop-bucketwiththemopstillinthewringer;I’dtakenmyturnatswabbingthegreenlinoandallsixofthecellsshortlybeforesittingdowntotherecord-boxwithDean.IsawthatDeanmeanttograbthemopandtakeaswingwithit.Itouchedhiswristjustashisfingerstouchedtheslenderwoodenhandle."Leaveitbe,"Isaid.

           Heshruggedanddrewhishandback.Ihadafeelinghedidn’twanttoswatitanymorethanIdid.

           Brutaltoreacorneroffhiscorned-beefsandwichandhelditoutoverthefrontofthedesk,tweezeddelicatelybetweentwofingers.Themouseseemedtolookupwithanevenlivelierinterest,asifitknewexactlywhatitwas.Probablydid;Icouldseeitswhiskerstwitchasitsnosewriggled.

           "Aw,Brutal,no!"Deanexclaimed,thenlookedatme."Don’tlethimdothat,Paul!Ifhe’sgonnafeedthedamnthing,wemightaswellputoutthewelcomematforanythingonfourlegs."

           "Ijustwanttoseewhathe’lldo,"Brutalsaid."Intheinterestsofscience,like."HelookedatmeIwastheboss,eveninsuchminordetoursfromroutineasthis.Ithoughtaboutitandshruggedlikeitdidn’tmattermuch,onewayoranother.Thetruthwas,Ikindofwantedtoseewhathe’ddo,too.

           Well,heateitofcourse.TherewasaDepressionon,afterall.Butthewayheateitfascinatedusall.

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