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There was no broom by the duty desk； but there was a rolling mop…bucket with the mop still in the wringer； I'd taken my turn at swabbing the green lino and all six of the cells shortly before sitting down to the record…box with Dean。 I saw that Dean meant to grab the mop… and take a swing with it。 I touched his wrist just as his fingers touched the slender wooden handle。 〃Leave it be；〃 I said。
He shrugged and drew his hand back。 I had a feeling he didn't want to swat it any more than I did。
Brutal tore a corner off his corned…beef sandwich and held it out over the front of the desk； tweezed delicately between two fingers。 The mouse seemed to look up with an even livelier interest； as if it knew exactly what it was。 Probably did； I could see its whiskers twitch as its nose wriggled。
〃Aw； Brutal； no！〃 Dean exclaimed； then looked at me。 〃Don't let him do that； Paul！ If he's gonna feed the damn thing； we might as well put out the wele mat for anything on four legs。…〃
〃I just want to see what he'll do；〃 Brutal said。 〃In the interests of science； like。〃 He looked at me … I was the boss； even in such minor detours from routine as this。 I thought about it and shrugged like it didn't matter much； one way or another。 The truth was； I kind of wanted to see what he'd do； too。
Well； he ate it … of course。 There was a Depression on； after all。 But the way he ate it fascinated us all。 He approached the fragment of sandwich； sniffed his way around it； a
