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lock。 At issue had been a pair of boots。 So； on July seventeenth of that rainy summer； my council of elders intended for his life to end。
Visiting hours for most Cold Mountain prisoners were as rigid as steel beams； but that didn't hold for our boys on E Block。 So； on the sixteenth； Bitterbuck was allowed over to the long room adjacent to the cafeteria … the Arcade。 It was divided straight down the middle by mesh interwoven with strands of barbed wire。 Here The Chief would visit with his second wife and those of his children who would still treat with him。 It was time for the good…byes。
He was taken over there by Bill Dodge and two other floaters。 The rest of us had work to do … one hour to cram in at least two rehearsals。 Three； if we could manage it。
Percy didn't make much protest over being put in the switch room with Jack Van Hay for the Bitterbuck electrocution； he was too green to know if he was being given a good spot or a bad one。 What he did know was that he had a rectangular mesh window to look through； and although he probably didn't care to be looking at the back of the chair instead of the front； he would still be close enough to see the sparks flying。
Right outside that window was a black wall telephone with no crank or dial on it。 That phone could only ring in； and only from one place： the governor's office。 I've seen lots of jailhouse movies over the years where the official phone rings just as they're getting ready to pull the swit
