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"
What
in
the
Christ
was
that
all
about
?
"
I
asked
.
"
I
have
never
--
I
have
never
!
--
had
a
prisoner
beaten
onto
my
block
before
!
"
"
Little
fag
bastard
tried
to
cop
my
joint
when
I
pulled
him
out
of
the
van
,
"
Percy
said
.
"
He
had
it
coming
,
and
I
'd
do
it
again
.
"
I
looked
at
him
,
too
flabbergasted
for
words
.
I
could
n't
imagine
the
most
predatory
homosexual
on
God
's
green
earth
doing
what
Percy
had
just
described
.
Preparing
to
move
into
a
crossbar
apartment
on
the
Green
Mile
did
not
,
as
a
rule
,
put
even
the
most
deviant
of
prisoners
in
a
sexy
mood
.
I
looked
back
at
Delacroix
,
cowering
on
his
bunk
with
his
arms
still
up
to
protect
his
face
.
There
were
cuffs
on
his
wrists
and
a
chain
running
between
his
ankles
.
Then
I
turned
to
Percy
"
Get
out
of
here
,
"
I
said
.
"
I
'll
want
to
talk
to
you
later
.
"
"
Is
this
going
to
be
in
your
report
?
"
he
demanded
truculently
.
"
Because
if
it
is
,
I
can
make
a
report
of
my
own
,
you
know
.
"
I
did
n't
want
to
make
a
report
;
I
only
wanted
him
out
of
my
sight
.
I
told
him
so
.
"
The
matter
's
closed
,
"
I
finished
.
I
saw
Brutal
looking
at
me
disapprovingly
,
but
ignored
it
.
"
Go
on
,
get
out
of
here
.
Go
over
to
Admin
and
tell
them
you
're
supposed
to
read
letters
and
help
in
the
package
room
.
"
"
Sure
.
"
He
had
his
composure
back
,
or
the
crack-headed
arrogance
that
served
him
as
composure
.
He
brushed
his
hair
back
from
his
forehead
with
his
hands
--
soft
and
white
and
small
,
the
hands
of
a
girl
in
her
early
teens
,
you
would
have
thought
--
and
then
approached
the
cell
.
Delacroix
saw
him
,
and
he
cringed
back
even
farther
on
his
bunk
,
gibbering
in
a
mixture
of
English
and
stewpot
French
.
"
I
ai
n't
done
with
you
,
Pierre
,
"
he
said
,
then
jumped
as
one
of
Brutal
's
huge
hands
fell
on
his
shoulder
.
