Chapter 7-2

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In the mess hall, Dubois and Joe sat at their usual table, ostracized, yet happily immune to the men’s hateful glares. Since Williams’s suspension, none of the guards dared to harass Dubois, and the inmates knew Warden Cooke wouldn’t hesitate to send any of them to the hole if they should touch a hair on Dubois’s ginger head before Cooke could safely return the man to Vascali. What did Cooke gain from this arrangement? Joe still didn’t know, but Cooke’s family lived in Montreal and Joe guessed they were living well these days. As for his own immunity, Joe suspected it would expire the day Dubois left this place. Thinking of that eminent day, he lost his appetite. What would he do without Dubois’s flame to warm his cell at night? “Not like last night’s feast, is it?” Dubois stirred the

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