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Dean
did
,
hunching
a
little
and
wincing
as
another
blast
of
thunder
shook
the
storage
shed
.
This
time
it
was
followed
by
the
first
spatters
of
rain
across
the
roof
.
They
sounded
hard
,
like
someone
flinging
handfuls
of
goobers
onto
a
washboard
.
You
've
heard
people
say
"
My
blood
ran
cold
"
about
things
,
have
n't
you
?
Sure
.
All
of
us
have
,
but
the
only
time
in
all
my
years
that
I
actually
felt
it
happen
to
me
was
on
that
new
and
thunderstruck
morning
in
October
of
1932
,
at
about
ten
seconds
past
midnight
.
It
was
n't
the
look
of
poison
triumph
on
Percy
Wetmore
's
face
as
he
stepped
away
from
the
capped
,
clamped
,
and
hooded
figure
sitting
there
in
Old
Sparky
;
it
was
what
I
should
have
seen
and
did
n't
.
There
was
no
water
running
down
Del
's
cheeks
from
out
of
the
cap
.
That
was
when
I
finally
got
it
.
"
Edward
Delacroix
,
"
Percy
was
saying
,
"
electricity
shall
now
be
passed
through
your
body
until
you
are
dead
,
according
to
state
law
.
"
I
looked
over
at
Brutal
in
an
agony
that
made
my
urinary
infection
seem
like
a
bumped
finger
The
sponge
is
dry
!
I
mouthed
at
him
,
but
he
only
shook
his
head
,
not
understanding
,
and
looked
back
at
the
mask
over
the
Frenchman
's
face
,
where
the
man
's
last
few
breaths
were
pulling
the
black
silk
in
and
then
blousing
it
out
again
.
I
reached
for
Percy
's
elbow
and
he
stepped
away
from
me
,
giving
me
a
flat
look
as
he
did
so
.
It
was
only
a
momentary
glance
,
but
it
told
me
everything
.
Later
he
would
tell
his
lies
and
his
half-truths
,
and
most
would
be
believed
by
the
people
who
mattered
,
but
I
knew
a
different
story
.
Percy
was
a
good
student
when
he
was
doing
something
he
cared
about
,
we
'd
found
that
out
at
the
rehearsals
,
and
he
had
listened
carefully
when
Jack
Van
Hay
explained
how
the
brine-soaked
sponge
conducted
the
juice
,
channelling
it
,
turning
the
charge
into
a
kind
of
electric
bullet
to
the
brain
.
Oh
yes
,
Percy
knew
exactly
what
he
was
doing
.
I
think
I
believed
him
later
when
he
said
I
did
n't
know
how
far
it
would
go
,
but
that
does
n't
even
count
in
the
good-intentions
column
,
does
it
?
I
do
n't
think
so
.
Yet
,
short
of
screaming
in
front
of
the
assistant
warden
and
all
the
witnesses
for
Jack
Van
Hay
not
to
pull
the
switch
,
there
was
nothing
I
could
do
.
Given
another
five
seconds
,
I
think
I
might
have
screamed
just
that
,
but
Percy
did
n't
give
me
another
five
seconds
.
"
May
God
have
mercy
on
your
soul
,
"
he
told
the
panting
,
terrified
figure
in
the
electric
chair
,
then
looked
past
him
at
the
mesh-covered
rectangle
where
Harry
and
Jack
were
standing
,
Jack
with
his
hand
on
the
switch
marked
MABEL
'S
HAIR
DRIER
.
The
doctor
was
standing
to
the
right
of
that
window
,
eyes
fixed
on
the
black
bag
between
his
feet
,
as
silent
and
self-effacing
as
ever
.
"
Roll
on
two
!
"
At
first
it
was
the
same
as
always
--
the
humming
that
was
a
little
louder
than
the
original
cycle-up
,
but
not
much
,
and
the
mindless
forward
surge
of
Del
's
body
as
his
muscles
spasmed
.
Then
things
started
going
wrong
.
The
humming
lost
its
steadiness
and
began
to
waver
.
It
was
joined
by
a
crackling
sound
,
like
cellophane
being
crinkled
.
I
could
smell
something
horrible
that
I
did
n't
identify
as
a
mixture
of
burning
hair
and
organic
sponge
until
I
saw
blue
tendrils
of
smoke
curling
out
from
beneath
the
edges
of
the
cap
.
More
smoke
was
streaming
out
of
the
hole
in
the
top
of
the
cap
that
the
wire
came
in
through
;
it
looked
like
smoke
coming
out
of
the
hole
in
an
Indian
's
teepee
.
