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on for postconviction relief on the grounds that he was mentally inpetent。 He thanked her； said something to the effect that this was what he expected and that it could've been done a day earlier； then asked her to fax a copy of the court's decision to his office in Memphis； and also to Lucas Mann's office at Parchman。 He called Darlene in Memphis and told her to fax the new petition to the federal district court； with copies faxed to the Fifth Circuit and to Mr。 Richard Olander's rather busy death desk at the Supreme Court in Washington。 He called Mr。 Olander to inform him it was ing； and was told that the U。S。 Supreme Court had just denied cert on Adam's claim that the gas chamber was unconstitutional。
Sam entered the front office without handcuffs while Adam was on the phone。 They shook hands quickly； and Sam took a seat。 Instead of a cigarette； he opened the cooler and removed an Eskimo Pie。 He ate it slowly while listening as Adam talked with Olander。 〃U。S。 Supreme Court just denied cert；〃 Adam whispered to Sam with his hand over the receiver。
Sam smiled oddly and studied some envelopes he'd brought with him。
〃The Mississippi Supreme Court also turned us down；〃 Adam explained to his client as he punched more numbers。 〃But that was to be expected。 We're filing it in federal court right now。〃 He was calling the Fifth Circuit to check the status of the ineffective counsel claim。 The clerk in New Orleans informed him that no action had been taken that morning。 Adam hung up and sat on the edge of the desk。
〃Fifth Circuit is still sitting on the ineffectiveness claim；〃 he reported to his client； who knew the law and the procedure and was absorbing it like a learned attorney。 〃All in all； not a very good morning。〃
〃The Jackson TV station this morning said I've requested a clemency hearing from the governor；〃 Sam said； between bites。 〃Certainly this can't be true。 I didn't approve it。〃
〃Relax； Sam。 It's routine。〃
〃Routine my ass。 I thought we had an agreement。 They even had McAllister on the tube talking about how he was grieving over his decision about a clemency hearing。 I warned you。〃
〃McAllister is the least of our problems； Sam。 The request was a formality。 We don't have to participate。〃
Sam shook his head in frustration。 Adam watched him closely。 He wasn't really angry； nor did he really care what Adam had done。 He was resigned； almost defeated。 The little bit of bitching came naturally。 A week earlier he would've lashed out。
〃They practiced last night； you know。 They cranked up the gas chamber； killed a rat or something； everything worked perfectly and so now everyone's excited about my execution。 Can you believe it？ They had a dress rehearsal for me。 The bastards。〃
〃I'm sorry； Sam。〃
〃Do you know what cyanide gas smells like？〃
〃No。〃
〃Cinnamon。 It was in the air last night。 The idiots didn't bother to close the windows on our tier； and I got a whiff of it。〃
Adam didn't know if this was true or not。 He knew the chamber was vented for several minutes after an execution and the gas escaped into the air。 Surely it couldn't filter onto the tiers。 Maybe Sam had heard stories about the gas from the guards。 Maybe it was just part of the lore。 He sat on the edge of the desk； casually swinging his feet； staring at the pitiful old man with the skinny arms and oily hair。 It was such a horrible sin to kill an aged creature like Sam Cayhall。 His crimes were mitted a generation ago。 He had suffered and died many times in his six…by…nine cell。 How would the state benefit by killing him now？
Adam had things on his mind； not the least of which was perhaps their last； gasping effort。 〃I'm sorry； Sam；〃 he said again； very passionately。 〃But we need to talk about some items。〃
〃Were there Klansmen outside this morning？ The television had a shot of them here yesterday。'。'
〃Yes。 I counted seven a few minutes ago。 Full uniforms except for the masks。〃
〃I used to wear one of those； you know；〃 he said； much like a war veteran bragging to little boys。
〃I know； Sam。 And because you wore one； you're now sitting here on death row with your lawyer counting the hours before they strap you in the gas chamber。 You should hate those silly fools out there。〃
〃I don't hate them。 But they have no right to be here。 They abandoned me。 Dogan sent me here； and when he testified against me he was the Imperial Wizard of Mississippi。 They gave me not one dime for legal fees。 They forgot about me。〃
〃What do you expect from a bunch of thugs？ Loyalty？〃
〃I was loyal。〃
〃And look where you are； Sam。 You should denounce the Klan and ask them to leave； to stay away from your execution。〃
Sam fiddled with his envelopes； then placed them carefully in a chair。
〃I told them to leave；〃 Adam said。
〃When？〃
〃Just a few minutes ago。 I exchanged words with them。 They don't give a damn about you； Sam； they're just using this execution because you'll make such a marvelous martyr； someone to rally around and talk about for years to e。 They'll chant your name when they burn crosses； and they'll make pilgrimages to your gravesite。 They want you dead； Sam。 It's great PR。〃
〃You confronted them？〃 Sam asked； with a trace of amusement and pride。
〃Yeah。 It was no big deal。 What about
Carmen？ If she's ing； she needs to make travel arrangements。〃
Sam took a thoughtful puff。 〃I'd like to see her； but you've gotta warn her about my appearance。 I don't want her to be shocked。〃
〃You look great； Sam。〃
〃Gee thanks。 What about Lee？〃
〃What about her？〃
〃How's she doing？ We get newspapers in here。 I saw her in the Memphis paper last Sunday； then I read about her drunk driving charge on Tuesday。 She's not in jail； is she？〃
〃No。 She's in a rehab clinic；〃 Adam said as if he knew exactly where she was。
〃Can she e visit？〃
〃Do you want her to？〃
〃I think so。 Maybe on Monday。 Let's wait and see。〃
〃No problem；〃 Adam said； wondering how in the world he could find her。 〃I'll talk to her over the weekend。〃
Sam handed Adam one of the envelopes； unsealed。 〃Give this to the people up front。 It's a list of approved visitors from now until then。 Go ahead； open it。〃
Adam looked at the list。 There were four names。 Adam； Lee； Carmen； and Donnie Cayhall。 〃Not a very long list。〃
〃I have lots of relatives； but I don't want them here。 They haven't visited me in nine and a half years； so I'll be damned if they'll e draggin' in here at the last minute to say good…bye。 They can save it for the funeral。〃
〃I'm getting all kinds of requests from reporters and journalists for interviews。〃
〃Forget it。〃
〃That's what I've told them。 But there's one inquiry that might interest you。 There's a man named Wendall Sherman； an author of some repute who's published four or five books and won some awards。 I haven't read any of his work； but he checks out。 He's legitimate。 I talked to him yesterday by phone； and he wants to sit with you and record your story。 He seemed to be very honest； and said that the recording could take hours。 He's flying to Memphis today； just in case you say yes。〃
〃Why does he want to record me？〃
〃He wants to write a book about you。〃
〃A romance novel？〃
〃I doubt it。 He's willing to pa