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ed vaguely at the doghouse； standing at the center of its beaten patch； in the middle of those aging turds。 〃Perhaps you'll excuse me；〃 he said。 〃Since I don't have to spend the afternoon in court； I thought I might visit with my family for a little bit。 A man's children are only young once。〃
〃You go ahead；〃 I said。 My lips felt numb and distant。 〃And thank you for your time。〃
〃Don't mention it；〃 he said。
I drove directly from Hammersmith's house to the prison。 It was a long drive； and this time I wasn't able to shorten it by singing songs。 It felt like all the songs had gone out of me； at least for awhile。 I kept seeing that poor little boy's disfigured face。 And Hammersmith's hand； the fingers going up and down against the thumb in a biting motion。
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Wild Bill Wharton took his first trip down to the restraint room the very next day。 He spent the morning and afternoon being as quiet and good as Mary's little lamb； a state we soon discovered was not natural to him； and meant trouble。 Then； around seven…thirty that evening； Harry felt something warm splash on the cuffs of uniform pants he had put on clean just that day。 It was piss。 William Wharton was standing at his cell； showing his darkening teeth in a wide grin； and pissing all over Harry Terwilliger's pants and shoes。
〃The dirty sonofabitch must have been saving it up all day；〃 Harry said later； still disgusted and outraged。
Well； that was it。 It was time to show Will
