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pposed it couldn't hurt； but I didn't think it would do much good； either。 When I picked the mouse up； I winced at the feel…there were so many splintered bones poking at various spots on Mr。 Jingles's hide that it was like picking up a fur…covered pincushion。 This was no urinary infection。 Still …
〃What are you doing？〃 Brutal asked as I put Mr。 Jingles in Coffey's huge right hand。 〃What the hell？〃
Coffey pulled the mouse back through the bars。 He lay limp on Coffey's palm； tail hanging over the arc between Coffey's thumb and first finger； the tip twitching weakly in midair。 Then Coffey covered his right hand with his left； creating a kind of cup in which the mouse lay。 We could no longer see Mr。 Jingles himself； only the tail； hanging down and twitching at the tip like a dying pendulum。 Coffey lifted his hands toward his face； spreading the fingers of the right as he did so； creating spaces like those between prison bars。 The tail of the mouse now hung from the side of his hands that was facing us。
Brutal stepped next to me； still holding the colored spool between his fingers。 〃What's he think he's doing？〃
〃Shh；〃 I said。
Delacroix had stopped screaming。 〃Please； John；〃 he whispered。 〃Oh Johnny； help him； please help him； oh s'il vous plait。〃
Dean and Harry joined us； Harry with our old deck of Airplane cards still in one hand。 〃What's going on？〃 Dean asked； but I only shook my head。 I was feeling hypnotized again； damned if I wasn't。
