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Percy
came
in
from
the
storage
room
around
quarter
to
eleven
and
handed
me
a
report
which
had
been
laboriously
written
in
pencil
.
Eraser-crumbs
lay
over
the
sheet
of
paper
in
gritty
smears
.
He
saw
me
run
my
thumb
over
one
of
these
,
and
said
hastily
:
"
That
's
just
a
first
pass
,
like
.
I
'm
going
to
copy
it
over
.
What
do
you
think
?
"
What
I
thought
was
that
it
was
the
most
outrageous
goddam
whitewash
I
'd
read
in
all
my
born
days
.
What
I
told
him
was
that
it
was
fine
,
and
he
went
away
,
satisfied
.
Dean
and
Harry
played
cribbage
,
talking
too
loud
,
squabbling
over
the
count
too
often
,
and
looking
at
the
crawling
hands
of
the
clock
every
five
seconds
or
so
.
On
at
least
one
of
their
games
that
night
,
they
appeared
to
go
around
the
board
three
times
instead
of
twice
.
There
was
so
much
tension
in
the
air
that
I
felt
I
could
almost
have
carved
it
like
clay
,
and
the
only
people
who
did
n't
seem
to
feel
it
were
Percy
and
Wild
Bill
.
Then
it
got
to
be
ten
of
twelve
,
I
could
stand
it
no
longer
and
gave
Dean
a
little
nod
.
He
went
into
my
office
with
a
bottle
of
R.C.
Cola
bought
off
Toot
's
cart
,
and
came
back
out
a
minute
or
two
later
.
The
cola
was
now
in
a
tin
cup
,
which
a
prisoner
ca
n't
break
and
then
slash
with
.
I
took
it
and
glanced
around
.
Harry
,
Dean
,
and
Brutal
were
all
watching
me
.
So
,
for
that
matter
,
was
John
Coffey
.
Not
Percy
,
though
.
Percy
had
returned
to
the
storage
room
,
where
he
probably
felt
more
at
ease
on
this
particular
night
.
I
gave
the
tin
cup
a
quick
sniff
and
got
no
odor
except
for
the
R.C.
,
which
had
an
odd
but
pleasant
cinnamon
smell
back
in
those
days
.
I
took
it
down
to
Wharton
's
cell
.
He
was
lying
on
his
bunk
.
He
was
n't
masturbating
--
yet
,
anyway
--
but
had
raised
quite
a
boner
inside
his
shorts
and
was
giving
it
a
good
healthy
twang
every
now
and
again
,
like
a
dopey
bass-fiddler
hammering
an
extra-thick
E-string
.
"
Kid
,
"
I
said
.
"
Do
n't
bother
me
,
"
he
said
.
"
Okay
,
"
I
agreed
.
"
I
brought
you
a
pop
for
behaving
like
a
human
being
all
night
--
damn
near
a
record
for
you
--
but
I
'll
just
drink
it
myself
.
"
