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Goodman finally called a halt to the market analysis。 In five long days； they had logged over two thousand calls。 He paid the students； confiscated the cellular phones； and thanked them profusely。 None of them seemed willing to throw in the towel； so they walked with him to the capitol where another candlelight vigil was under way on the front steps。 The governor was still in his office on the second floor。
One of the students volunteered to take a phone to John Bryan Glass； who was across the street at the Mississippi Supreme Court。 Goodman called him； then called Kerry； then called Joshua Caldwell； an old friend who'd agreed to wait at the Death Clerk's desk in Washington。 Goodman had everyone in place。 All the phones were working。 He called Adam。 Sam was finishing his last meal； Adam said； and didn't wish to talk to Goodman。 But he did want to say thanks for everything。
When the coffee and ice cream were gone； Sam stood and stretched his legs。 Donnie had been quiet for a long time。 He was suffering and ready to go。 Nugent would e soon； and he wanted to say good…bye now。
There was a spot where Sam had spilled ice cream on his new shirt； and Donnie tried to remove it with a cloth napkin。 〃It's not that important；〃 Sam said； watching his brother。
Donnie kept wiping。 〃Yeah； you're right。 I'd better go now； Sam。 They'll be here in a minute。〃
The two men embraced for a long time； patting each other gently on the backs。 〃I'm so sorry； Sam；〃 Donnie said； his voice shaking。 〃I'm so sorry。〃
They pulled apart； still clutching each other's shoulders； both men with moist eyes but no tears。 They would not dare cry before each other。 〃You take care；〃 Sam said。
〃You too。 Say a prayer； Sam； okay？〃
〃I will。 Thanks for everything。 You're the only one who cared。〃
Donnie bit his lip and hid his eyes from Sam。 He shook hands with Adam； but could not utter a word。 He walked behind Sam to the door； then left them。
〃No word from the Supreme Court？〃 Sam asked out of nowhere； as if he suddenly believed there was a chance。
〃No；〃 Adam said sadly。
He sat on the desk； his feet swinging beneath him。 〃I really want this to be over； Adam；〃 he said； each word carefully measured。 〃This is cruel。〃
Adam could think of nothing to say。
〃In China； they sneak up behind you and put a bullet through your head。 No last bowl of rice。 No farewells。 No waiting。 Not a bad idea。〃
Adam looked at his watch for the millionth time in the past hour。 Since noon； there had been gaps when hours seemed to vanish； then suddenly time would stop。 It would fly； then it would crawl。 Someone knocked on the door。 〃e in；〃 Sam said faintly。
The Reverend Ralph Griffin entered and closed the door。 He'd met with Sam twice during the day； and was obviously taking this hard。 It was his first execution； and he'd already decided it would be his last。 His cousin in the state senate would have to find him another' job。 He nodded at Adam and sat by Sam on the desk。 It was almost nine o'clock。
〃Colonel Nugent's out there； Sam。 He said he's waiting on you。〃
〃Well； then； let's not go out。 Let's just sit here。〃
〃Suits me。〃
〃You know； preacher； my heart has been touched these past few days in ways I never dreamed possible。 But； for the life of me； I hate that jerk out there。 And I can't overe it。〃
〃Hate's an awful thing； Sam。〃
〃I know。 But I can't help it。〃
〃I don't particularly like him either； to be honest。〃
Sam grinned at the minister and put his arm around him。 The voices outside grew louder； and Nugent barged into the room。 〃Sam； it's time to go back to the Observation Cell；〃 he said。
Adam stood； his knees weak with fear； his stomach in knots； his heart racing wildly。 Sam； however； was unruffled。 He jumped from the desk。 〃Let's go；〃 he said。
They followed Nugent from the front office into the narrow hallway where some of the largest guards at Parchman were waiting along the wall。 Sam took Adam by the hand； and they walked slowly together with the reverend trailing behind。
Adam squeezed his grandfather's hand； and ignored the faces as they walked by。 They went through the center of the Row； through two sets of doors； then through the bars at the end of Tier A。 The tier door closed behind them； and they followed Nugent past the cells。
Sam glanced at the faces of the men he'd known so well。 He winked at Hank Henshaw； nodded bravely at J。 B。 Gullitt who had tears in his eyes； smiled at Stock Turner。 They were all leaning through the bars； heads hung low； fear stamped all over their faces。 Sam gave them his bravest look。
Nugent stopped at the last cell and waited for the door to be opened from the end of the tier。 It clicked loudly； then rolled open。 Sam； Adam； and Ralph entered； and Nugent gave the signal to close the door。
The cell was dark； the solitary light and television both off。 Sam sat on the bed between Adam and the reverend。 He leaned on his elbows with his head hanging low。
Nugent watched them for a moment； but could think of nothing to say。 He'd be back in a couple of hours； at eleven； to take Sam to the Isolation Room。 They all knew he was ing back。 It seemed too cruel at this moment to tell Sam he was leaving； but that he would return。 So he stepped away and left through the tier door where his guards were waiting and watching in the semidarkness。 Nugent walked to the Isolation Room where a foldaway cot had been installed for the prisoner's last hour。 He walked through the small room； and stepped into the Chamber Room where final preparations were being made。
The state executioner was busy and very much in control。 He was a short； wiry man named Bill Monday。 He had nine fingers and would earn five hundred dollars for his services if the execution took place。 By statute； he was appointed by the governor。 He was in a tiny closet known simply as the chemical room； less than five feet from the gas chamber。 He was studying a checklist on a clipboard。 Before him on the counter was a one…pound can of sodium cyanide pellets； a nine…pound bottle of sulfuric acid； a one…pound container of caustic acid； a fifty…pound steel bottle of anhydrous ammonia； and a five…gallon container of distilled water。 To his side on another； smaller counter were three gas masks； three pair of rubber gloves； a funnel； hand soap； hand towels； and a mop。 Between the two counters was an acid mixing pot mounted on a two…inch pipe that ran into the floor； under the wall； and resurfaced next to the chamber near the levers。
Monday had three checklists； actually。 One contained instructions for mixing the chemicals： the sulfuric acid and distilled water would be mixed to obtain approximately a 41 percent concentration； the caustic soda solution was made by dissolving one pound of caustic acid in two and a half gallons of water； and there were a couple of other brews that had to be mixed to clean the chamber after the execution。 One list included all the necessary chemicals and supplies。 The third list was the procedure to follow during an actual execution。
Nugent spoke to Monday； all was proceeding as planned。 One of Monday's assistants was smearing petroleum jelly around the edges of the chamber's windows。 A plainclothed member o