down and turned his face to the wall。

I stepped out into the Mile; locked his cell; and walked up to the duty desk。 I still felt like a man in a dream。 I realized I could hear Brutal's thoughts … a very faint whisper; how to spell some word; receive; I think it was。 He was thinking i before e; except after c; is that how the dadratted thing goes? Then he looked up; started to smile; and stopped when he got a good look at me。 〃Paul?〃 he asked。 〃Are you all right?〃

〃Yes。〃 Then I told him what John had told me … not all of it; and certainly not about what his touch had done to me (I never told anyone that part; not even Janice; Elaine Connelly will be the first to know of it … if; that is; she wants to read these last pages after reading all the rest of them); but I repeated what John had said about wanting to go。 That seemed to relieve Brutal … a bit; anyway … but I sensed (heard?) him wondering if I hadn't made it up; just to set his mind at ease。 Then I felt him deciding to believe it; simply because it would make things a little easier for him when the time came。

〃Paul; is that infection of yours ing back?〃 he asked。 〃You look all flushed。〃

〃No; I think I'm okay〃; I said。 I wasn't; but I felt sure by then that John was right and I was going to be。 I could feel that tingle starting to subside。

〃All the same; it might not hurt you to go on in your office there and lie down a bit。〃

Lying down was the last thing I felt like right the