Зеленая миля

Chapter 8

           "Itwasasmallmouse,"Isaid,"butthatsmall?Man,Idon’tthinkso."

           "Butthat’swherehewent,"Brutalsaid."I’mjustassureashouses."

           "Idon’tseehowyoucanbe."

           "Leancloserdon’tworryIgotyouandtakeawhiff."

           Ididasheasked,gropingwithmylefthandforoneoftheotherbeams,andfeelingalittlebetterwhenIhadholdofit.Thewindoutsidegustedagain;airpuffedoutofthatholeandintomyface.IcouldsmellthekeenbreathofawinternightintheborderSouth...andsomethingelse,aswell.

           Thesmellofpeppermint.

           Don’tletnothinghappentoMr.Jingles,IcouldhearDelacroixsayinginavoicethatwouldn’tstaysteadyIcouldhearthat,andIcouldfeelthewarmthofMr.JinglesastheFrenchmanhandedittome,justamouse,smarterthanmostofthespecies,nodoubt,butstilljustamousefora"thatanda"that.Don’tletthatbad"unhurtmymouse,he’dsaid,andIhadpromised,asIalwayspromisedthemattheendwhenwalkingtheGreenMilewasnolongeramythorahypothesisbutsomethingtheyreallyhadtodo.Mailthislettertomybrother,whoIhaven’tseenfortwentyyears?Ipromise.SayfifteenHailMarysformysoul?Ipromise.Letmedieundermyspirit-nameandseethatitgoesonmytombstone?Ipromise.Itwasthewayyougotthemtogoandbegoodaboutit,thewayyousawthemintothechairsittingattheendoftheGreenMilewiththeirsanityintact.

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