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"
No
,
"
he
said
.
"
Please
,
Paul
.
Come
in
.
Shut
the
door
and
come
in
.
I
need
someone
now
,
if
I
ever
needed
anyone
in
my
whole
life
.
Shut
the
door
and
come
in
.
"
I
did
as
he
asked
,
forgetting
my
own
pain
for
the
first
time
since
I
'd
awakened
that
morning
.
"
It
's
a
brain
tumor
,
"
Moores
said
.
"
They
got
X-ray
pictures
of
it
.
They
seemed
real
pleased
with
their
pictures
,
actually
.
One
of
them
said
they
may
be
the
best
ones
anyone
's
ever
gotten
,
at
least
so
far
;
said
they
're
going
to
publish
them
in
some
biggety
medical
journal
up
in
New
England
.
It
's
the
size
of
a
lemon
,
they
said
,
and
way
down
deep
inside
,
where
they
ca
n't
operate
.
They
say
she
'll
be
dead
by
Christmas
.
I
have
n't
told
her
.
I
ca
n't
think
how
.
I
ca
n't
think
how
for
the
life
of
me
.
"
Then
he
began
to
cry
,
big
,
gasping
sobs
that
filled
me
with
both
pity
and
a
kind
of
terror
--
when
a
man
who
keeps
himself
as
tightly
guarded
as
Hal
Moores
finally
does
lose
control
,
it
's
frightening
to
watch
.
I
stood
there
for
a
moment
,
then
went
to
him
and
put
my
arm
around
his
shoulders
.
He
groped
out
for
me
with
both
of
his
own
arms
,
like
a
drowning
man
,
and
began
to
sob
against
my
stomach
,
all
restraint
washed
away
.
Later
,
after
he
got
himself
under
control
,
he
apologized
.
He
did
it
without
quite
meeting
my
eyes
,
as
a
man
does
when
he
feels
he
has
embarrassed
himself
dreadfully
,
maybe
so
deeply
that
he
can
never
quite
live
it
down
.
A
man
can
end
up
hating
the
fellow
who
has
seen
him
in
such
a
state
.
I
thought
Warden
Moores
was
better
than
that
,
but
it
never
crossed
my
mind
to
do
the
business
I
had
originally
come
for
,
and
when
I
left
Moores
's
office
,
I
walked
over
to
E
Block
instead
of
back
to
my
car
.
The
aspirin
was
working
by
then
,
and
the
pain
in
my
midsection
was
down
to
a
low
throb
I
would
get
through
the
day
somehow
,
I
reckoned
,
get
Wharton
settled
in
,
check
back
with
Hal
Moores
that
afternoon
,
and
get
my
sick-leave
for
tomorrow
.
The
worst
was
pretty
much
over
,
I
thought
,
with
no
slightest
idea
that
the
worst
of
that
day
's
mischief
had
n't
even
begun
.
"
We
thought
he
was
still
doped
from
the
tests
,
"
Dean
said
late
that
afternoon
.
His
voice
was
low
,
rasping
,
almost
a
bark
,
and
there
were
blackish-purple
bruises
rising
on
his
neck
.
I
could
see
it
was
hurting
him
to
talk
and
thought
of
telling
him
to
let
it
go
,
but
sometimes
it
hurts
more
to
be
quiet
.
I
judged
that
this
was
one
of
those
times
,
and
kept
my
own
mouth
shut
.
"
We
all
thought
he
was
doped
,
did
n't
we
?
"
Harry
Terwilliger
nodded
.
Even
Percy
,
sitting
off
by
himself
in
his
own
sullen
little
party
of
one
,
nodded
.
Brutal
glanced
at
me
,
and
for
a
moment
I
met
his
eyes
.
We
were
thinking
pretty
much
that
same
thing
,
that
this
was
the
way
it
happened
.
You
were
cruising
along
,
everything
going
according
to
Hoyle
,
you
made
one
mistake
,
and
bang
,
the
sky
fell
down
on
you
.
They
had
thought
he
was
doped
,
it
was
a
reasonable
assumption
to
make
,
but
no
one
had
asked
if
he
was
doped
.
I
thought
I
saw
something
else
in
Brutal
's
eyes
,
as
well
:
Harry
and
Dean
would
learn
from
their
mistake
.
Especially
Dean
,
who
could
easily
have
gone
home
to
his
family
dead
.
Percy
would
n't
.
Percy
maybe
could
n't
.
All
Percy
could
do
was
sit
in
the
corner
and
sulk
because
he
was
in
the
shit
again
.
There
were
seven
of
them
that
went
up
to
Indianola
to
take
charge
of
Wild
Bill
Wharton
:
Harry
,
Dean
,
Percy
,
two
other
guards
in
the
back
(
I
have
forgotten
their
names
,
although
I
'm
sure
I
knew
them
once
)
,
plus
two
up
front
.
They
took
what
we
used
to
call
the
stagecoach
--
a
Ford
panel-truck
which
had
been
steel-reinforced
and
equipped
with
supposedly
bulletproof
glass
.
It
looked
like
a
cross
between
a
milk-wagon
and
an
armored
car
.
