Chapter 25 Chapter VII

"Come on," Brutal said to Delacroix the next night, "let's go for a walk, you, me, and Mr. Clank." Delacroix gave him a distrustful look, then reached into the cigar box for the mouse.He held the mouse in one palm and squinted at Brutal. "What are you talking about?" he asked. "This is a big night for you and Mr. Clank," Dean said, standing next to Brutal with Harry.The bruise around Dean's neck had faded and turned an ugly yellow, but at least he was talking again, not like a dog barking at a cat.He looked at Brutal. "Do you think we should put him in chains, Brutal?"

Brutal looked thoughtful. "No," he said finally, "he's going to be okay, isn't he, Del? You and the mouse are going to be okay. You're meeting someone very important tonight, after all." figure." Percy and I were standing at the duty desk, watching the scene.Percy folded his arms across his chest, a faint, contemptuous smile played on his lips.After a while, he took out his horn comb and began to comb his hair.John Coffey was watching too, standing quietly behind the bars of his cell.Wharton lay on the bed, staring at the ceiling, paying no attention to his surroundings.He was still "good," although what he meant by good was what the doctors at Briar Ridge called catatonic.There is another person present, he is not in everyone's sight, but in my office, but his thin figure is cast on the green outside the door.

"What do you want me to do, you stupid hat?" Del asked suspiciously, dragging his legs onto the bunk.At this moment, Brutal unlocked the cell's second lock and was pushing the door open.So Del's eyes swept over the three guards. "Well, listen," said Brutal, "Mr. Moores is going away for a while, and his wife is sick, as you may have heard, so here's Mr. Anderson, Curtis Mr. Anderson." "Really? So what does that have to do with me?" "Well," said Harry, "Anderson heard about your rat, Del, and he wants to see him act. He's in the executive building with about six other guys, waiting for you to show it. They ain't Ordinary guards in blue uniforms, like Brutt said, big guys. One of them was a politician from the state capital, I think."

Delacroix looked smug, and I noticed that even a trace of doubt had disappeared from his face.Of course they wanted to see Mr. Clank, who wouldn't? He rummaged around, first under the bed, then under the pillow, and at last he found a pink mint and the heavily painted spool.He looked at Brutal suspiciously, and Brutal nodded. "Yeah, I think they really, really want to see the bobbin scene, but he's a lot of fun eating peppermints, and don't forget that cigar box, you'll put him in there, won't you?" Delacroix picked up the box and put Mr. Jingle's props in it, but still let the mouse rest on his shirt shoulder.Then, he stepped out of the cell, leading the way proudly.At this time, he thought of Dean and Harry, "Are you going?"

"No," Dean said, "we've got other things to do, but you're going to open their eyes, Del, to what the Louisiana lad can do." "That's it." There was a smile on his face, and the joy was so sudden and so innocent, that for a moment, my heart broke for him, even though he had done such bad things.What a strange world—how strange! Delacroix turned to look at John Coffey, for whom he had developed a special friendship not unlike that of hundreds of other condemned prisoners I had met. "You're going to open their eyes, Del," said Coffey gravely. "Show them all the tricks."

Delacroix nodded, put his hands on his shoulders, Mr. Clank stepped up to it as if his hands were the platform, and Delacroix reached out to Coffey's cell.John Coffey stuck out a huge finger, and as I expected, the mouse stretched its neck and licked his finger like a dog. "Come on, Del, don't delay," Brutal said. "Those people haven't come home for dinner just to see you jumping around." Of course, this is not true, and Anderson They will be there before 8 o'clock in the evening, and the guards he forced to watch Delacroix's "show" will stay there until eleven or twelve o'clock, and the time depends entirely on their shift arrangements.Politicians from state capitols are also likely to be office workers in borrowed ties.But Delacroix couldn't understand that.

"I'm ready," Delacroix said, sounding exactly like a superstar somehow trying to keep things easy. "Let's go." Brutal led him up the Green Mile, and Mr. Clank stopped on the little man's shoulder, and at this moment, Delacroix began to rant again, "" However, although he was deeply immersed in this unreal world of his own, he still tried to stay as far away from Percy as possible. Some, and gave Percy a distrustful glance. Harry and Dean stopped at the empty cell opposite Wharton as they passed Wharton (who was still looking impassive).Everyone watched as Brutal opened the door to the practice ground, where two guards were waiting to take Delacroix out and lead him to his assigned performance in front of the high-ranking Cold Mountain dignitary.We waited until the door was locked again, then I looked towards the office.The figure was still on the floor, thin as a woman, and I was glad Delacroix hadn't seen him just now because he was too excited.

"Come on out," I said, "Hurry up everyone, I want to do two drills, and time is running out." Old Dudu was the same as usual, with bright eyes and thick hair.He came out of the office, walked towards Delacroix's cell, and strolled through the open door. "Sit down," he said, "I sat down, sat down, sat down." This is the real circus, I thought and closed my eyes for a second.This is the real circus, and we're all trained rats.Then, I put this idea behind me, and everyone started to practice.

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