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omething else。 There was nothing he did that hadn't been tried before （well； except for the thing with the moon…pie； maybe； even Brutal admitted that was pretty original）； but his sheer persistence was scary。 I was afraid that sooner or later someone's attention might lapse and there would be hell to pay。 And the situation might continue for quite awhile； because somewhere he had a lawyer who was beating the bushes； telling folks how wrong it would be to kill this fellow upon whose brow the dew of youth had not yet dried … and who was； incidentally； as white as old Jeff Davis。 There was no sense plaining about it； because keeping Wharton out of the chair was his lawyer's job。 Keeping him safely jugged was ours。 And in the end； Old Sparky would almost certainly have him； lawyer or no lawyer。
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That was the week Melinda Moores； the warden's wife； came home from Indianola。 The doctors were done with her； they had their interesting； newfangled X…ray photographs of the tumor in her head； they had documented the weakness in her hand and the paralyzing pains that racked her almost constantly by then； and were done with her。 They gave her husband a bunch of pills with morphine in them and sent Melinda home to die。 Hal Moores had some sick…leave piled up … not a lot； they didn't give you a lot in those days； but he took what he had so he could help her do what she had to do。
My wife and I went to see her three days or so after she came home。 I called ahead and Ha
