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Show page 129 Even now i t hurts; jumps around inside with the wallop of a bee sting. But I d i d n ' t bear Forrest malice. I t r i e d to forget, tried to spend my time seeing the right of i t ." "You d i d n ' t go to Ray Boling's house with malice in any way? " "No." Storey's left hand gripped a bar of the cell window. Veins stood out on his arm and a scar showed on the back of his hand. Farrell put a finger on the small blue circle. "Looks like a bullet x^round," he said. "Long time ago," Storey said, dropping his hand. "I heard - " Storey brushed his xvords aside. "The thing i s , Flam, I don't x\>ant to bring Anne into i t . I ' l l t e l l them how it happened." His face was harder, his body tightening. Farrell prepared to leave. "All right, Storey. Court's in session t h i s week. We're scheduled for t r i a l tomorrow morning." On the way out he made arrangements with Ben Sapp to have Storey's blue suit pressed and to have Storey wearing a white shirt and dark cedarpost t i e for court appearance. The facts of the case were such that Farrell never considered asking for a postponement; everything needed was at hand. Next morning Ben Sapp-walked Storey to court at the appointed time, t o counsel's table. Storey looked over the courtroom, at stained, cracked plaster high on the walls and ceiling, at hazy faces behind him. Judge Ed Moore came out of his chambers, took the bench, placed a green eyeshade on his |
