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oom door。 He kicked out the window； grabbed Gerald and his brother； and jumped to the ground。 Miraculously； they were not hurt。 They thanked him； through tears and embraces。 They thanked this stranger； whose skin was black。 He was the first Negro the children had ever seen。
Gerald Ault was one of the few white people in Ford County who truly loved black people。 Jake put a ten by his name。
For six hours he went through the jury list； making note…cards； concentrating on each name； envisioning each juror in the box and in deliberation； talking to each one。 He rated them。 Every black got an automatic ten； the whites were not so easy。 The men rated higher than the women； the young men higher than the old men； the educated slightly higher than the uneducated； the liberals； both of them； received the highest ratings。
He eliminated the twenty Noose planned to exclude。 He knew something about one hundred and eleven of the prospective jurors。 Surely； Buckley could not know so much。
Ellen was typing on Ethel's machine when Jake returned from Lucien's。 She turned it off； closed the law books she was typing from； and watched him。
〃Where's dinner？〃 she asked with a wicked smile。
〃We're taking a road trip。〃
〃All right！ Where to？〃
〃Have you ever been to Robinsonville； Mississippi？〃
〃No； but I'm ready。 What's there？〃
〃Nothing but cotton； soybeans； and a great little restaurant。〃
〃What's the dress code？〃
Jake inspected her。 She wore the usual…jeans； neatly starched and faded； no socks； a navy button…down that was four sizes too big but tucked in nicely above her slender hips。
〃You look fine；〃 he said。
They turned off the copier and the lights and left Clanton in the Saab。 Jake stopped at a liquor store in the black section of town and bought a six…pack of Coors and a tall； cold bottle of Chablis。
〃You have to bring your own bottle to this place；〃 he explained as they left town。 The sun was setting into the highway ahead； and Jake flipped down the sun visors。 Ellen played bartender and opened two cans。
〃How far is this place？〃 she asked。
〃Hour and a half。〃
〃Hour and a half！ I'm starving。〃
〃Then fill up on beer。 Believe me it's worth it。〃
〃What's on the menu？〃
〃Barbecued； sauteed shrimp； frog legs； and charbroiled catfish。〃
She sipped on the beer。 〃We'll see。〃
Jake stepped on the gas； and they raced across bridges over the countless tributaries of Lake Chatulla。 They climbed steep hills covered with layers of dark green kudzu。 They flew around corners and dodged pulpwood trucks making their last runs of the day。 Jake opened the sunroof； lowered the windows and let the wind blow。 Ellen leaned back in the seat and dosed her eyes。 Her thick； wavy hair swirled around her face。
〃Look； Row Ark； this dinner is strictly business…〃
〃Sure； sure。〃
〃I mean it。 I'm the employer； you're the employee； and this is a business meal。 Nothing more or less。 So don't get any lustful ideas in your ERA； sexually liberated brain。〃
〃Sounds like you're the one with the ideas。〃
〃Nope。 I just know what you're thinking。〃
〃How do you know what I'm thinking？ Why do you assume you're so irresistible and that I'm planning a big seduction scene？〃
〃Just keep your hands to yourself。 I'm a wonderfully happily married man with a gorgeous wife who'd kill if she thought I was fooling around。〃
〃Okay； let's pretend to be friends。 Just two friends having dinner。〃
〃That doesn't work in the South。 A male friend cannot have dinner with a female friend if the male friend has a wife。 It just doesn't work down here。〃
〃Why not？〃
〃Because men don't have female friends。 No way。 I don't know of a single man in the entire South who is married and has a female friend。 I think it goes back to the Civil War。〃
〃I think it goes back to the Dark Ages。 Why are Southern women so jealous？〃
〃Because that's the way we've trained them。 They learned from us。 If my wife met a male friend for lunch or dinner； I'd tear his head off and file for divorce。 She learned it from me。〃
〃That makes absolutely no sense。〃
〃Of course it doesn't。〃
〃Your wife has no male friends？〃
〃None that I know of。 If you learn of any； let me know。〃
〃And you have no female friends？〃
〃Why would I want female friends？ They can't talk about football； or duck hunting； or politics； or lawsuits； or anything that I want to talk about。 They talk about kids； clothes； recipes； coupons； furniture； stuff I know nothing about。 No； I don't have any female friends。 Don't want any。〃
〃That's what I love about the South。 The people are so tolerant。〃
〃Thank you。〃
〃Do you have any Jewish friends？〃
〃I don't know of any in Ford County。 I had a real good friend in law school； Ira Tauber； from New Jersey。 We were very close。 I love Jews。 Jesus was a Jew； you know。 I've never understood anti…Semitism。〃
〃My God； you are a liberal。 How about； uh； homosexuals？〃
〃I feel sorry for them。 They don't know what they're missing。 But that's their problem。〃
〃Could you have a homosexual friend？〃
〃I guess； as long as he didn't tell me。〃
〃Nope； you're a Republican。〃
She took his empty can and threw it in the back seat。 She opened two more。 The sun was gone； and the heavy； humid air felt cool at ninety miles an hour。
〃So we can't be friends？〃 she said。
〃Nope。〃
〃Nor lovers。〃
〃Please。 I'm trying to drive。〃
〃So what are we？〃
〃I'm the lawyer； you're the law clerk。 I'm the employer； you're the employee。 I'm the boss； you're the gofer。〃
〃You're the male； I'm the female。〃
Jake admired her jeans and bulky shirt。 〃There's not much doubt about that。〃
Ellen shook her head and stared at the mountains of kudzu flying by。 Jake smiled； drove faster； and sipped his beer。 He negotiated a series of intersections on the rural； deserted highways and； suddenly； the hills disappeared and the land became flat。
〃What's the name of the restaurant？〃 she asked。
〃The Hollywood。〃
〃The what？〃
〃The Hollywood。〃
〃Why is it called that？〃
〃It was once located in a small town a few miles away by the name of Hollywood； Mississippi。 It burned； and they moved it to Robinsonville。 They still call it the Hollywood。〃
〃What's so great about it？〃
〃Great food； great music； great atmosphere； and it's a
thousand miles from Clanton and no one will see me having dinner with a strange and beautiful woman。〃
〃I'm not a woman； I'm a gofer。〃
〃A strange and beautiful gofer。〃
Ellen smiled to herself and ran her fingers through her hair。 At another intersection； he turned left and headed west until they found a settlement near a railroad。 A row of wooden buildings sat empty on one side of the road； and across the street； all by itself； was an old dry goods store with a dozen cars parked around it and music rolling softly out the windows。 Jake grabbed the bottle of Chablis and escorted his law clerk up the steps； onto the front porch； and inside the building。
Next to the door was a small stage； where a beautiful old black lady； Merle； sat at her piano and sang 〃Rainy Night in Georgia。〃 Three long rows of tables ran to the front and stopped next to the stage。 The tables were half full； and* a waitress in the back poured beer from a pitcher and motioned for them to e on in。 She seated them in the rear； at a small table with a red…checkered tablecloth。
〃Y'all want some fried dill pickles； honey？〃 she asked Jake。
〃Yes！ Two orders。〃
Ellen frowned and looked at Jake。 〃Fried dill pickles？〃
〃Yes； of course。 They don't serve them in Boston？〃
〃Do you people fry everything？〃
〃Everything that's worth eating。 If you don't like them； I'll eat them。〃
A yell went up from the table across the aisle。 Four couples toasted something or somebody； then broke into riotous laughing。 The restaurant maintained a constant roar of yelling and talking。
〃The good thing about the Hollywood；〃 Jake explained； 〃is that you can make all the noise you want and stay as long as you want； and nobody cares。 When you get a table here； it's yours for the night。 They'll start singing and dancing in a minute。〃
Jake ordered sauteed shrimp and charbroiled catfish for both of them。 Ellen passed on the frog legs。 The waitress hurried back with the Chablis and two chilled glasses。 They toasted Carl Lee Hailey and his insane mind。
〃Whatta you think of Bass？〃 Jake asked。
〃He's the perfect witness。 He'll say anything we want him to say。〃
〃Does that bother you？〃
〃It would if he was a fact witness。 But he's an expert； and he can get by with his opinions。 Who will challenge him？〃
〃Is he believable？〃
〃When he's sober。 We talked twice this week。 On lues…day he was lucid and helpful。 On Wednesday； he was drunk and indifferent。 I think he'll be as helpful as any psychiatrist we could find。 He doesn't care what the truth is； and he'll tell us what we want to hear。〃
〃Does he think Carl Lee was legally insane？〃
〃No。 Do you？〃
〃No。 Row Ark； Carl Lee told me five days before the 'killings that he would do it。 He showed me the exact place where he would ambush them； although at the time I didn't realize it。 Our client knew exactly what he was doing。〃
〃Why didn't you stop him？〃
〃Because I didn't believe him。 His daughter had just been raped and was fighting for her life。〃
〃Would you have stopped him if you could？〃
〃I did tell Ozzie。 But at the time neither of us dreamed it could happen。 No； I would not have stopped him if I knew for certain。 I would have done the same thing。〃
〃How？〃
〃Exactly as he did it。 It was very easy。〃
Ellen approached a fried dill pickle with her fork and played with it suspiciously。 She cut it in half； pierced it with the fork； and sniffed it carefully。 She put it in her mouth and chewed slowly。 She swallowed； then pushed her pile of pickles across the table toward Jake。
〃Typical yankee；〃 he said。 〃I don't understand you； Row Ark。 You don't like fried dill pickles； you're attractive； very bright； you could go to work with any blue…chip law firm in the country for megabucks； yet you want to spend your career losing sleep over cutthroat murderers who are on death row and about to get their just rewards。 What makes you tick； Row Ark？〃
〃You lose sleep over the same people。 Now it's Carl
Lee Hailey。 Ne
