Chapter 25: Page 242—A
After a few days I began to dig myself better. The pain left and I could sit up. There was a cop always on guard, watching me with a hating look. He told me that the cop I had shot was dying. If he died, I would get the chair.
The people around me didn’t say anything, nor look bad-eye at me, but they knew. I could read their eyes; some felt anger, some pity, some nothing. They weren’t like me inside.
The days went by. I was helped up and made to walk, a nurse on each side of me to support me. Slowly, I got stronger. Just like in the movies—maybe I had seen to many of them—I started thinking of escaping. I won’t let them know I’m getting stronger. I lay awake and thought, If I can slip out of bed and crawl along the floor…I dreamed I was doing it. But always, always, just when I got up to the front gate after having crawled so far, I’d get shot down like a bom-bom. Then, one day, when I thought I was ready to really try it, the cops came to question me. (They had come before, but I had been too dropped up to dig their style).
What would happen to Piri if the cop died?
What did Piri think of doing?
What would happen when he got to the front gate?
What were the cops there to do?
Chapter 25: Page 242—B
After a few days I began to dig myself better. The pain left and I could sit up. There was a cop always on guard, watching me. He told me that the cop I had shot was dying. If he died, I would get the chair.
The people around me didn’t say anything. I could read their eyes; some felt anger, some pity, some nothing. They weren’t like me inside.
The days went by. I was helped up and made to walk, a nurse on each side of me to support me. Slowly, I got stronger. Just like in the movies, I started thinking of escaping. I won’t let them know I’m getting stronger. I lay awake and thought, If I can slip out of bed and crawl along the floor…I dreamed I was doing it. But always, just when I got up to the front gate after having crawled so far, I’d get shot down like a bom-bom. Then, one day, when I thought I was ready to really try it, the cops came to question me.
What would happen to Piri if the cop died?
What did Piri think of doing?
What were the cops there to do?
Chapter 25: Page 242—C
I began to dig myself better. The pain left and I could sit up. There was a cop always watching me. He told me that the cop I had shot was dying. If he died, I would get the chair.
The people around me didn’t say anything.
The days went by. I was helped up and made to walk. Slowly, I got stronger. Just like in the movies, I started thinking of escaping. I won’t let them know I’m getting stronger. I lay awake and thought, If I can slip out of bed and crawl along the floor…I dreamed I was doing it. But always, just when I got up to the front gate after having crawled so far, I’d get shot down. Then, one day, when I thought I was ready to really try it, the cops came to question me.
What would happen to Piri if the cop died?
What did Piri think of doing?
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