第7部分(第8/8頁)

ime　for　men　who　get　on　well；　especially　when　part　of　the　job　is　trading　life　for　death。　What　I'm　saying　is　that　he　understood　what　I　meant。　Not　that　I　would　quit；　not　with　the　Depression　walking　around　outside　the　prison　walls　like　a　dangerous　criminal；　one　that　couldn't　be　caged　as　our　charges　were。　Better　men　than　me　were　out　on　the　roads　or　riding　the　rods。　I　was　lucky　and　knew　it　…　children　grown　and　the　mortgage；　that　two…hundred…pound　block　of　marble；　had　been　off　my　chest　for　the　last　two　years。　But　a　man's　got　to　eat；　and　his　wife　has　to　eat；　too。　Also；　we　were　used　to　sending　our　daughter　and　son…in…law　twenty　bucks　whenever　we　could　afford　it　（and　sometimes　when　we　couldn't；　if　Jane's　letters　sounded　particularly　desperate）。　He　was　an　out…of…work　high…school　teacher；　and　if　that　didn't　qualify　for　desperate　back　in　those　days；　then　the　word　had　no　meaning。　So　no；　you　didn't　walk　off　a　steady　paycheck　job　like　mine　。。。　not　in　cold　blood；　tha