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"
You
talk
about
this
to
anyone
,
and
you
'll
all
be
on
the
breadlines
in
a
week
,
"
he
whispered
fiercely
.
It
was
the
sort
of
crack
that
would
have
made
me
want
to
swat
him
under
other
circumstances
,
but
under
these
,
I
only
pitied
him
.
I
think
he
saw
that
pity
,
and
it
made
it
worse
with
him
--
like
having
an
open
wound
scoured
with
nettles
.
"
What
goes
on
here
stays
here
,
"
Dean
said
quietly
.
"
You
do
n't
have
to
worry
about
that
.
"
Percy
looked
back
over
his
shoulder
,
toward
Delacroix
's
cell
.
Brutal
was
just
locking
the
door
,
and
from
inside
,
deadly
clear
,
we
could
still
hear
Delacroix
giggling
.
Percy
's
look
was
as
black
as
thunder
.
I
thought
of
telling
him
that
you
reaped
what
you
sowed
in
this
life
,
and
then
decided
this
might
not
be
the
right
time
for
a
scripture
lesson
.
"
As
for
him
--
"
he
began
,
but
never
finished
.
He
left
,
instead
,
head
down
,
to
go
into
the
storage
room
and
look
for
a
dry
pair
of
pants
.
"
He
's
so
purty
,
"
Wharton
said
in
a
dreamy
voice
Harry
told
him
to
shut
the
fuck
up
before
he
went
down
to
the
restraint
room
just
on
general
damned
principles
.
Wharton
folded
his
arms
on
his
chest
,
closed
his
eyes
,
and
appeared
to
go
to
sleep
.
The
night
before
Delacroix
's
execution
came
down
hotter
and
muggier
than
ever
--
eighty-one
degrees
by
the
thermometer
outside
the
Admin
readyroom
window
when
I
clocked
in
at
six
.
Eighty-one
degrees
at
the
end
of
October
,
think
of
that
,
and
thunder
rumbling
in
the
west
like
it
does
in
July
.
I
'd
met
a
member
of
my
congregation
in
town
that
afternoon
,
and
he
had
asked
me
,
with
apparent
seriousness
,
if
I
thought
such
unseasonable
weather
could
be
a
sign
of
the
Last
Times
.
I
said
that
I
was
sure
not
,
but
it
crossed
my
mind
that
it
was
Last
Times
for
Eduard
Delacroix
,
all
right
.
Yes
indeed
it
was
.
Bill
Dodge
was
standing
in
the
door
to
the
exercise
yard
,
drinking
coffee
and
smoking
him
a
little
smoke
.
He
looked
around
at
me
and
said
,
"
Well
,
lookit
here
.
Paul
Edgecombe
,
big
as
life
and
twice
as
ugly
.
"
"
How
'd
the
day
go
,
Billy
?
"
"
All
right
.
"
