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Dean
pinched
the
sides
of
his
nose
,
where
there
were
a
couple
of
angry
red
patches
from
his
glasses
,
and
nodded
.
"
Yep
,
"
he
said
.
"
Some
truth
to
that
,
all
right
.
"
I
asked
,
"
Do
either
of
you
know
where
he
came
from
before
he
showed
up
in
...
Tefton
?
It
was
Tefton
,
was
n't
it
?
"
"
Yep
,
"
Dean
said
.
"
Tefton
,
down
in
Trapingus
County
.
Before
he
showed
up
there
and
did
what
he
did
,
no
one
seems
to
know
.
He
just
drifted
around
,
I
guess
.
You
might
be
able
to
find
out
a
little
more
from
the
newspapers
in
the
prison
library
,
if
you
're
really
interested
.
They
probably
wo
n't
get
around
to
moving
those
until
next
week
.
"
He
grinned
.
"
You
might
have
to
listen
to
your
little
buddy
bitching
and
moaning
upstairs
,
though
.
"
"
I
might
just
go
have
a
peek
,
anyway
,
"
I
said
,
and
later
on
that
afternoon
I
did
.
The
prison
library
was
in
back
of
the
building
that
was
going
to
become
the
prison
auto
shop
--
at
least
that
was
the
plan
.
More
pork
in
someone
's
pocket
was
what
I
thought
,
but
the
Depression
was
on
,
and
I
kept
my
opinions
to
myself
--
the
way
I
should
have
kept
my
mouth
shut
about
Percy
,
but
sometimes
a
man
just
ca
n't
keep
it
clapped
tight
.
A
man
's
mouth
gets
him
in
more
trouble
than
his
pecker
ever
could
,
most
of
the
time
.
And
the
auto
shop
never
happened
,
anyway
--
the
next
spring
,
the
prison
moved
sixty
miles
down
the
road
to
Brighton
.
More
backroom
deals
,
I
reckon
.
More
barrels
of
pork
.
Was
n't
nothing
to
me
.
Administration
had
gone
to
a
new
building
on
the
east
side
of
the
yard
;
the
infirmary
was
being
moved
(
whose
country-bumpkin
idea
it
had
been
to
put
an
infirmary
on
the
second
floor
in
the
first
place
was
just
another
of
life
's
mysteries
)
;
the
library
was
still
partly
stocked
--
not
that
it
ever
had
much
in
it
--
and
standing
empty
.
The
old
building
was
a
hot
clapboard
box
kind
of
shouldered
in
between
A
and
B
Blocks
.
Their
bathrooms
backed
up
on
it
and
the
whole
building
was
always
swimming
with
this
vague
pissy
smell
,
which
was
probably
the
only
good
reason
for
the
move
.
The
library
was
L-shaped
,
and
not
much
bigger
than
my
office
.
I
looked
for
a
fan
,
but
they
were
all
gone
.
It
must
have
been
a
hundred
degrees
in
there
,
and
I
could
feel
that
hot
throb
in
my
groin
when
I
sat
down
.
Sort
of
like
an
infected
tooth
.
I
know
that
's
absurd
,
considering
the
region
we
're
talking
about
here
,
but
it
's
the
only
thing
I
could
compare
it
to
.
It
got
a
lot
worse
during
and
just
after
taking
a
leak
,
which
I
had
done
just
before
walking
over
.
There
was
one
other
fellow
there
after
all
--
a
scrawny
old
trusty
named
Gibbons
dozing
away
in
the
corner
with
a
Wild
West
novel
in
his
lap
and
his
hat
pulled
down
over
his
eyes
.
The
heat
was
n't
bothering
him
,
nor
were
the
grunts
,
thumps
,
and
occasional
curses
from
the
infirmary
upstairs
(
where
it
had
to
be
at
least
ten
degrees
hotter
,
and
I
hoped
Percy
Wetmore
was
enjoying
it
)
.
I
did
n't
bother
him
,
either
,
but
went
around
to
the
short
side
of
the
L
,
where
the
newspapers
were
kept
I
thought
they
might
be
gone
along
with
the
fans
,
in
spite
of
what
Dean
had
said
.
They
were
n't
,
though
,
and
the
business
about
the
Detterick
twins
was
easily
enough
looked
out
;
it
had
been
front-page
news
from
the
commission
of
the
crime
in
June
right
through
the
trial
in
late
August
and
September
.
Soon
I
had
forgotten
the
heat
and
the
thumps
from
upstairs
and
old
Gibbons
's
wheezy
snores
.
The
thought
of
those
little
nine-year-old
girls
--
their
fluffy
heads
of
blonde
hair
and
their
engaging
Bobbsey
Twins
smiles
--
in
connection
with
Coffey
's
hulking
darkness
was
unpleasant
but
impossible
to
ignore
.
Given
his
size
,
it
was
easy
to
imagine
him
actually
eating
them
,
like
a
giant
in
a
fairy
tale
.
What
he
had
done
was
even
worse
,
and
it
was
a
lucky
thing
for
him
that
he
had
n't
just
been
lynched
right
there
on
the
riverbank
.
If
,
that
was
,
you
considered
waiting
to
walk
the
Green
Mile
and
sit
in
Old
Sparky
's
lap
lucky
.
