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ch on some poor innocent sap； but ours never rang during all my years on E Block； never once。 In the movies； salvation is cheap。 So is innocence。 You pay a quarter； and a quarter's worth is just what you get。 Real life costs more； and most of the answers are different。
We had a tailor's dummy down in the tunnel for the run to the meatwagon； and we had Old Toot…Toot for the rest。 Over the years； Toot had somehow bee the traditional stand…in for the condemned； as time…honored in his way as the goose you sit down to on Christmas； whether you like goose or not。 Most of the other screws liked him； were amused by his funny accent … also French； but Canadian rather than Cajun； and softened into its own thing by his years of incarceration in the South。 Even Brutal got a kick out of Old Toot。 Not me； though。 I thought he was； in his way； an older and dimmer version of Percy ish to kill and cook his own meat but who did； all the same； just love the smell of a barbecue。
We were all there for the rehearsal； just as we would all be there for the main event。 Brutus Howell had been 〃put out；〃 as we said； which meant that he would place the cap； monitor the governor's phoneline； summon the doctor from his place by the wall if he was needed； and give the actual order to roll on two when the time came。 If it went well； there would be no credit for anyone。 If it didn't go well； Brutal would be blamed by the witnesses and I would be blamed by the warden。 Neither of us plained about
