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Adam glanced at the floor； away from the eyes； and tried to think of something noninflammatory。 〃Yes sir；〃 he said； very much aware that he was in the Deep South where politeness went a long way。 〃I understand how you feel。 I don't blame you； but I just wanted to talk to you for a few minutes。〃
〃Does Sam send his apologies？〃 Mr。 Kramer asked。 The fact that he referred to him simply as Sam struck Adam as odd。 Not Mr。 Cayhall； not Cayhall； just Sam； as if the two were old friends who'd been feuding and now it was time to reconcile。 Just say you're sorry； Sam； and everything's fine。
The thought of a quick lie raced through Adam's mind。 He could lay it on thick； say how terrible Sam felt in these； his last days； and how he desperately wanted forgiveness。 But Adam couldn't bring himself to do it。 〃Would it make any difference？〃 he asked。
Mr。 Kramer carefully placed the card in his shirt pocket； and began what would bee a long stare past Adam and through the front window。 〃No；〃 he said； 〃it wouldn't make any difference。 It's something that should've been done long ago。〃 His words were accented with the heavy drip of the Delta； and even though their meanings were not wele； their sounds were very soothing。 They were slow and thoughtful； uttered as if time meant nothing。 They also conveyed the years of suffering； and the hint that life had ceased long ago。
〃No； Mr。 Kramer。 Sam does not know I'm here； so he does not send his apologies。 But I do。〃
The gaze through the window and into the past did not flinch or waver。 But he was listening。
Adam continued； 〃I feel the obligation to at least say； for myself and Sam's daughter； that we're terribly sorry for all that's happened。〃
〃Why didn't Sam say it years ago？〃
〃I can't answer that。〃
〃I know。 You're new。〃
Ah； the power of the press。 Of course Mr。 Kramer had been reading the papers like everyone else。
〃Yes sir。 I'm trying to save his life。〃
〃Why？〃
〃Many reasons。 Killing him will not bring back your grandsons； nor your son。 He was wrong； but it's also wrong for the government to kill him。〃
〃I see。 And you think I've never heard this before？〃
〃No sir。 I'm sure you've heard it all。 You've seen it all。 You've felt it all。 I can't imagine what you've been through。 I'm just trying to avoid it myself。〃
〃What else do you want？〃
〃Could you spare five minutes？〃
〃We've been talking for three minutes。 You have two more。〃 He glanced at his watch as if to set a timer； then eased his long fingers into the pockets of his pants。 His eyes returned to the window and the street beyond it。
〃The Memphis paper quoted you as saying you wanted to be there when they strapped Sam Cayhall in the gas chamber； that you wanted to look him in the eyes。〃
〃That's an accurate quote。 But I don't believe it'll ever happen。〃
〃Why not？〃
〃Because we have a rotten criminal justice system。 He's been coddled and protected in prison for almost ten years now。 His appeals go on and on。 You're filing appeals and pulling strings at this very moment to keep him alive。 The system is sick。 We don't expect justice。〃
〃I assure you he's not being coddled。 Death row is a horrible place。 I just left it。〃
〃Yeah； but he's alive。 He's living and breathing and watching television and reading books。 He's talking to you。 He's filing lawsuits。 And when and if death gets near； he'll have plenty of time to make plans for it。 He can say his good…byes。 Say his prayers。 My grandsons didn't have time to say good…bye； Mr。 Hall。 They didn't get to hug their parents and give them farewell kisses。 They were simply blown to bits while they were playing。〃
〃I understand that； Mr。 Kramer。 But killing Sam will not bring them back。〃
〃No； it won't。 But it'll make us feel a helluva lot better。 It'll ease a lot of pain。 I've prayed a million times that I'll live long enough to see him dead。 I had a heart attack five years ago。 They had me strapped to machines for two weeks； and the one thing that kept me alive was my desire to outlive Sam Cayhall。 I'll be there； Mr。 Hall； if my doctors allow it。 I'll be there to watch him die； then I'll e home and count my days。〃
〃I'm sorry you feel this way。〃
〃I'm sorry I do too。 I'm sorry I ever heard the name Sam Cayhall。〃
Adam took a step backward and leaned on the counter near the cash register。 He stared at the floor； and Mr。 Kramer stared through the window。 The sun was falling to the west； behind the building； and the quaint little museum was growing dimmer。
〃I lost my father because of this；〃 Adam said softly。
〃I'm sorry。 I read where he had mitted suicide shortly after the last trial。〃
〃Sam has suffered too； Mr。 Kramer。 He wrecked his family； and he wrecked yours。 And he carries more guilt than you or I could ever imagine。〃
〃Perhaps he won't be as burdened when he's dead。〃
〃Perhaps。 But why don't we stop the killing？〃
〃How do you expect me to stop it？〃
〃I read somewhere that you and the governor are old friends。〃
〃 Why is it any of your business？〃
〃It's true； isn't it？〃
〃He's a local boy。 I've known him for many years。〃
〃I met him last week for the first time。 He has the power to grant clemency； you know。〃
〃I wouldn't count on that。〃
〃I'm not。 I'm desperate； Mr。 Kramer。 I have nothing to lose at this point； except my grandfather。 If you and your family are hell…bent on pushing for the execution； then the governor will certainly listen to you。〃
〃You're right。〃
〃And if you decided you didn't want an execution； I think the governor might listen to that as well。〃
〃So it's all up to me；〃 he said； finally moving。 He walked in front of Adam and stopped near the window。 〃You're not only desperate； Mr。 Hall； you're also naive。〃
〃I won't argue that。〃
〃It's nice to know I have so much power。 If I had known this before now； your grandfather would've been dead years ago。〃
〃He doesn't deserve to die； Mr。 Kramer；〃 Adam said as he walked to the door。 He hadn't expected to find sympathy。 It was important only for Mr。 Kramer to see him and know that other lives were being affected。
〃Neither did my grandsons。 Neither did my son。〃
Adam opened the door； and said； 〃I'm sorry for the intrusion； and I thank you for your time。 I have a sister； a cousin； and an aunt； Sam's daughter。 I just wanted you to know that Sam has a family； such as it is。 We will suffer if he dies。 If he's not executed； he'll never leave prison。 He'll simply wilt away and die some day very soon of natural causes。〃
〃You will suffer？〃
〃Yes sir。 It's a pathetic family； Mr。 Kramer； filled with tragedy。 I'm trying to avoid another one。〃
Mr。 Kramer turned and looked at him。 His face bore no expression。 〃Then I feel sorry for you。〃
〃Thanks again；〃 Adam said。
〃Good day； sir；〃 Mr。 Kramer said without a smile。
Adam left the building and walked along a shaded street until he was in the center of town。 He found the memorial park； and sat on the same bench not far from the bronze statue of the little boys。 After a few minutes； though； he was tired of the guilt and memories； and he walked away。
He went to the same cafe a block away； drank coffee； and toyed with a grilled cheese。 He he