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s the past to the present … Percy Wetmore to Brad Dolan； Janice Edgebe to Elaine Connelly； Cold Mountain Penitentiary to the Georgia Pines old folks' home。 And if that thought doesn't keep me awake tonight； I guess nothing will。
I made as if to go in through the kitchen door and Brad grabbed me by the wrist again。 I don't know about the first one； but this time he was doing it on purpose； squeezing to hurt。 His eyes shifting back and forth； making sure no one was around in the early…morning wet； no one to see he was abusing one of the old folks he was supposed to be taking care of。
〃What do you do down that path？〃 he asked。 〃I know you don't go down there and jerk off； those days are long behind you； so what do you do？〃
〃Nothing；〃 I said； telling myself to be calm； not to show him how bad he was hurting me and to be calm； to remember he'd only mentioned the path； he didn't know about the shed。 〃I just walk。 To clear my mind〃
〃Too late for that； Paulie； your mind's never gonna be clear again！' He squeezed my thin old mares wrist again； grinding the brittle bones； eyes continually shifting from side to side； wanting to make sure he was safe。 Brad wasn't afraid of breaking the rules； he was only afraid of being caught breaking them。 And in that； too； he was like Percy Wetmore； who would never let you forget he was the governor's nephew。 〃Old as you are； its a miracle you can remember who you are。 You're too goddam old。 Even for a museum like this。 You
