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And
he
was
right
.
Of
course
he
was
.
I
knew
Melinda
Moores
better
than
the
others
did
,
but
maybe
not
,
in
the
end
,
well
enough
to
ask
them
to
risk
their
jobs
for
her
...
and
possibly
their
freedom
,
as
well
.
Or
my
own
job
and
freedom
,
for
that
matter
.
I
had
two
children
,
and
the
last
thing
on
God
's
earth
that
I
wanted
my
wife
to
have
to
do
was
to
write
them
the
news
that
their
father
was
going
on
trial
for
...
well
,
what
would
it
be
?
I
did
n't
know
for
sure
.
Aiding
and
abetting
an
escape
attempt
seemed
the
most
likely
.
But
the
death
of
Eduard
Delacroix
had
been
the
ugliest
,
foulest
thing
I
had
ever
seen
in
my
life
--
not
just
my
working
life
but
my
whole
,
entire
life
--
and
I
had
been
a
party
to
it
.
We
had
all
been
a
party
to
it
,
because
we
had
allowed
Percy
Wetmore
to
stay
even
after
we
knew
he
was
horribly
unfit
to
work
in
a
place
like
E
Block
.
We
had
played
the
game
.
Even
Warden
Moores
had
been
a
party
to
it
.
"
His
nuts
are
going
to
cook
whether
Wetmore
's
on
the
team
or
not
,
"
he
had
said
,
and
maybe
that
was
well
enough
,
considering
what
the
little
Frenchman
had
done
,
but
in
the
end
Percy
had
done
a
lot
more
than
cook
Del
's
nuts
;
he
had
blown
the
little
man
's
eyeballs
right
out
of
their
sockets
and
set
his
damned
face
on
fire
.
And
why
?
Because
Del
was
a
murderer
half
a
dozen
times
over
?
No
.
Because
Percy
had
wet
his
pants
and
the
little
Cajun
had
had
the
temerity
to
laugh
at
him
.
We
'd
been
part
of
a
monstrous
act
,
and
Percy
was
going
to
get
away
with
it
.
Off
to
Briar
Ridge
he
would
go
,
happy
as
a
clam
at
high
tide
,
and
there
he
would
have
a
whole
asylum
filled
with
lunatics
to
practice
his
cruelties
upon
.
There
was
nothing
we
could
do
about
that
,
but
perhaps
it
was
not
too
late
to
wash
some
of
the
muck
off
our
own
hands
.
"
In
my
church
they
call
it
atonement
instead
of
balancing
,
"
I
said
,
"
but
I
guess
it
comes
to
the
same
thing
.
"
"
Do
you
really
think
Coffey
could
save
her
?
"
Dean
asked
in
a
soft
,
awed
voice
.
"
'
Just
...
what
?
...
suck
that
brain
tumor
out
of
her
head
?
Like
it
was
a.
.
.
a
peach-pit
?
"
"
I
think
he
could
.
It
's
not
for
sure
,
of
course
,
but
after
what
he
did
to
me
...
and
to
Mr.
Jingles
...
"
"
That
mouse
was
seriously
busted
up
,
all
right
,
"
Brutal
said
.
"
But
would
he
do
it
?
"
Harry
mused
.
"
Would
he
?
"
"
If
he
can
,
he
will
,
"
I
said
.
