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We
got
his
body
down
the
twelve
stairs
and
onto
the
gurney
all
right
.
My
nightmare
was
that
his
cooked
flesh
might
slough
right
off
his
bones
as
we
lugged
him
--
it
was
Old
Toot
's
done
tom
turkey
that
had
gotten
into
my
head
--
but
of
course
that
did
n't
happen
.
Curtis
Anderson
was
upstairs
soothing
the
spectators
--
trying
to
,
anyway
--
and
that
was
good
for
Brutal
,
because
Anderson
was
n't
there
to
see
when
Brutal
took
a
step
toward
the
head
of
the
gurney
and
pulled
his
arm
back
to
slug
Percy
,
who
was
standing
there
looking
stunned
.
I
caught
his
arm
,
and
that
was
good
for
both
of
them
.
It
was
good
for
Percy
because
Brutal
meant
to
deliver
a
blow
of
near-decapitory
force
,
and
good
for
Brutal
because
he
would
have
lost
his
job
if
the
blow
had
connected
,
and
maybe
ended
up
in
prison
himself
.
"
No
,
"
I
said
.
"
What
do
you
mean
,
no
?
"
he
asked
me
furiously
.
"
How
can
you
say
no
?
You
saw
what
he
did
!
What
are
you
telling
me
?
That
you
're
still
going
to
let
his
connections
protect
him
?
After
what
he
did
?
"
Brutal
stared
at
me
,
mouth
agape
,
eyes
so
angry
they
were
watering
.
"
Listen
to
me
,
Brutus
--
you
take
a
poke
at
him
,
and
most
likely
we
all
go
.
You
,
me
,
Dean
,
Harry
,
maybe
even
Jack
Van
Hay
.
Everyone
else
moves
a
rung
or
two
up
the
ladder
,
starting
with
Bill
Dodge
,
and
the
Prison
Commission
hires
three
or
four
Breadline
Barneys
to
fill
the
spots
at
the
bottom
.
Maybe
you
can
live
with
that
,
but
--
"
I
cocked
my
thumb
at
Dean
,
who
was
staring
down
the
dripping
,
brick-lined
tunnel
.
He
was
holding
his
specs
in
one
hand
,
and
looked
almost
as
dazed
as
Percy
.
"
But
what
about
Dean
?
He
's
got
two
kids
,
one
in
high
school
and
one
just
about
to
go
.
"
"
So
what
's
it
come
down
to
?
"
Brutal
asked
.
"
We
let
him
get
away
with
it
?
"
"
I
did
n't
know
the
sponge
was
supposed
to
be
wet
,
"
Percy
said
in
a
faint
,
mechanical
voice
.
This
was
the
story
he
had
rehearsed
beforehand
,
of
course
,
when
he
was
expecting
a
painful
prank
instead
of
the
cataclysm
we
had
just
witnessed
.
"
It
was
never
wet
when
we
rehearsed
.
"
"
Aw
,
you
sucker
--
"
Brutal
began
,
and
started
for
Percy
.
I
grabbed
him
again
and
yanked
him
back
.
Footsteps
clacked
on
the
steps
.
I
looked
up
,
desperately
afraid
of
seeing
Curtis
Anderson
,
but
it
was
Harry
Terwilliger
.
His
cheeks
were
paper-white
and
his
lips
were
purplish
,
as
if
he
'd
been
eating
blackberry
cobbler
.
