“Or the day before, I guess, because they did it at midnight. That seems in a way a strange time to do it, but when you think about it, it starts to make sense. Better for it to happen at night. At least I think I wouldn’t want it first thing in the morning, staying awake all night, then dawn, then sunrise through the cell window and it waiting for me; I think I’d rather wait all day and see the sun set and the dark come and know now in the night I was going. But maybe that’s only because I work... nights and don’t like mornings. His real name was Willard, he was big, and sometimes I still remember his weight on top of me and his smell of booze and nigger. ‘I bet you liked it,’ Charlie said once. ‘I bet you twitched a little.’ ‘Shit. I was dry as a cracker. I just lay there and watched him with my legs like this and I was saying to myself Dear Jesus because I thought when he finished he’d cut my throat and that’s why I wouldn’t even shut my eyes.’ ‘Didn’t he say nothing, all that time?’ ‘There.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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