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es with rhinestones at the corners。 It was Beverly。 She'd spent the last ten years of her life a free woman； the obituary said； and had rescued the small…town library of Raines Falls pretty much single…handed。 She had also taught Sunday school and had been much loved in that little backwater。 LIBRARIAN DIES OF HEART FAILURE； the headline said； and below that； in smaller type； almost as an afterthought： Served Over Two Decades in Prison for Murder。 Only the eyes； wide and blazing behind the glasses with the rhinestones at the corners； were the same。 They were the eyes of a woman who even at seventy…whatever would not hesitate to pluck a safety razor from its blue jar of disinfectant； if the urge seemed pressing。 You know murderers； even if they finish up as old lady librarians in dozey little towns。 At least you do if you've spent as much time minding murderers as I did。 There was only one time I ever had a question about the nature of my job。 That； I reckon； is why I'm writing this。
The wide corridor up the center of E Block was floored with linoleum the color of tired old limes； and so what was called the Last Mile at other prisons was called the Green Mile at Cold Mountain。 It ran； I guess； sixty long paces from south to north； bottom to top。 At the bottom was the restraint room。 At the top end was a T…junction。 A left turn meant life…if you called what went on in the sunbaked exercise yard life； and many did； many lived it for years； with no apparent ill effects。 Th
