〃They're fine。 I talked to Mother yesterday。〃
〃Are they in Knoxville？〃
〃No； sir。 They're already in Wilmington for the summer。〃
〃Will y'all be going to visit them？〃 asked Eva as she poured the tea from a one…gallon ceramic pitcher。
Carla glanced at Jake； who was dipping butterbeans onto Hanna's plate。 He did not want to discuss Carl Lee Hailey。 Every meal since Monday night had centered around the case； and Jake was in no mood to answer the same questions。
〃Yes； ma'am。 We plan to。 It depends on Jake's schedule。 It could be a busy summer。〃
〃So we've heard；〃 Eva said flatly； slowly as if to remind her son he had not called since the killings。
〃Is something wrong with your phone； son？〃 asked Mr。 Brigance。
〃Yes。 We've had the number changed。〃
The four adults ate slowly； apprehensively； while Hanna looked at the shortcake。
〃Yes； I know。 That's what the operator told us。 To an unlisted number。〃
〃Sorry。 I've been very busy。 It's been hectic。〃
〃So we've read；〃 said his father。
Eva stopped eating and cleared her throat。 〃Jake； do you really think you can get him off？〃
〃I'm worried about your family；〃 said his father。 〃It could be a very dangerous case。〃
〃He shot them in cold blood；〃 Eva said。
〃They raped his daughter； Mother。 What would you do if someone raped Hanna？〃
〃What's rape？〃 asked Hanna。
。 〃Never mind； dear；〃 Carla said。 〃Could we please change the subject。〃 She looked firmly at the three Bri…gances； and they started eating again。 The daughter…in…law had spoken； with wisdom； as usual。
Jake smiled at his mother without looking at Mr。 Bri…gance。 〃I just don't want to talk about the case； Mother。 I'm tired of it。〃
〃I guess we'll have to read about it；〃 said Mr。 Brigance。
They talked about Canada。
At about the time the Brigances finished lunch； the sanctuary of the Mt。 Zion Chapel CME rocked and swayed as the Right Reverend Ollie Agee whipped the devotees into a glorified frenzy。 Deacons danced。 Elders chanted。 Women fainted。 Grown men screamed and raised their arms toward the heavens as the small children looked upward in holy terror。 Choir members lurched and lunged and jerked； then broke down and shrieked different stanzas of the same song。 The organist played one song； the pianist another； and the choir sang whatever came over it。 The reverend hopped around the pulpit in his long white robe with purple trim； yelling； praying； screaming at God； and perspiring。
The bedlam rose and fell； rising it seemed with each new fainting； and falling with fatigue。 Through years of experience Agee knew precisely when the fury reached its peak； when the delirium gave way to weariness； and when the flock needed a break。 At that precise moment； he jigged to the pulpit and slapped it with the power of God Almighty。 Instantly the music died； the convulsions ceased； the fainters awoke； the children stopped crying； and the multitude settled submissively into the pews。 It was time for the sermon。
As the reverend was about to preach； the rear doors opened and the Haileys entered the sanctuary。 Little Tonya walked by herself； limping； holding her mother's hand。 Her brothers marched behind； and Uncle Lester followed。 They moved slowly down the aisle and found a seat near the front。 The reverend nodded at the organist； who began to play softly； then the choir began to hum and sway。 The deacons stood and swayed with the choir。 Not to be outdone； the elders stood and began to chant。 Then； of all things； Sister Crystal fainted violently。 Her fainting was contagious； and the other sisters began dropping like flies。 The elders chanted louder than the choir； so the choir got excited。 The organist could not be heard； so she increased the volume。 The pianist joined in with a clanging rendition of a hymn unlike the hymn being played by the organist。 The organist thundered back。 Reverend Agee fluttered down from the podium and danced his way toward the Haileys。 Everyone followed…the choir； the deacons； the elders； the women； the crying children…everyone followed the reverend to greet the little Hailey girl。
Jail did not bother Carl Lee。 Home was more pleasant； but under the circumstances； he found jail life tolerable。 It was a new jail； built with federal money under the mandate of a prisoners' rights lawsuit。 The food was cooked by two huge black women who knew how to cook and write bad checks。 They were eligible for early release； but Ozzie had not bothered to tell them。 The food was served to forty prisoners； give or take a few； by the trusties。 Thirteen of the prisoners belonged at Parchman； but it was full。 So they waited； never knowing if the next day would be their day for the dreaded trip to the sprawling； enclosed delta farm where the food was not as good； the beds were not as soft； the air conditioning was nonexistent； the mosquitoes immense； plentiful； and vicious； and where toilets were scarce and clogged。
Carl Lee's cell was next to Cell Two； where the state prisoners waited。 With two exceptions； they were black； and with no exceptions； they were violent。 But they were all afraid of Carl Lee。 He shared Cell One with two shoplifters who were not just scared； but downright terrified of their
famous cellmate。 Each evening he was escorted to Ozzie's office； where he and the sheriff ate dinner and watched the news。 He was a celebrity； and he liked that almost as much as did his lawyer and the D。A。 He wanted to explain things to the reporters； tell them about his daughter and why he should not be in jail； but his lawyer said no。
After Gwen and Lester left late Sunday afternoon； Oz…zie； Moss Junior； and Carl Lee sneaked out the rear of the jail and went to the hospital。 It was Carl Lee's idea； and Ozzie saw no harm。 Looney was alone in a private room when the three entered。 Carl Lee took one look at the leg； then stared at Looney。 They shook hands。 With watery eyes and a breaking voice Carl Lee said he was sorry； that he had no intention of hurting anyone but the two boys； that he wished and prayed he could undo what he had done to Looney。 Without hesitation； Looney accepted the apology。
Jake was waiting in Ozzie's office when they sneaked back into the jail。 Ozzie and Moss Junior excused themselves； leaving the defendant with his lawyer。
〃Where have y'all been？〃 Jake asked suspiciously。
〃Went to the hospital to see Looney。〃
〃You what！〃
〃Nothin' wrong； is it？〃
〃I wish you would check with me before you make any more visits。〃
〃What's wrong with seein' Looney？〃
〃Looney will be the star witness for the State when they attempt to send you to the gas chamber。 That's all。 He ain't on our side； Carl Lee； and any talking you do with Looney should be with your attorney present。 Understand？〃
〃Not really。〃
〃I can't believe Ozzie would do that；〃 Jake mumbled。
〃It was my idea；〃 Carl Lee admitted。
〃Well； if you get any more ideas； please let me know about them。 Okay？〃
〃Okay。〃
〃You talked to Lester lately？〃
〃Yeah； him and Gwen came by today。 Brought me goodies。 Told me 'bout the banks。〃
Jake planned to play hardball about his fee； no way he could represent Carl Lee for nine hundred dollars。 The case
would consume his practice for the next three monms ai least； and nine hundred would be less than minimum wage。 It would not be fair to him or his family to work for nothing。 Carl Lee would simply have to raise the money。 There were plenty of relatives。 Gwen had a big family。 They would just have to sacrifice； maybe sell a few automobiles； maybe some land； but Jake would get his fee。 If not； Carl Lee could find another lawyer。
〃I'll give you the deed to my place；〃 Carl Lee offered。
Jake melted。 〃I don't want your place； Carl Lee。 I want cash。 Sixty…five hundred dollars。〃
〃Show me how； and I'll do it。 You the lawyer； you figure out a way。 I'm with you。〃
Jake was beat and he knew it。 〃I can't do it for nine hundred dollars； Carl Lee。 I can't let this case bankrupt me。 I'm a lawyer。 I'm supposed to make money。〃
〃Jake； I'll pay you the money。 I promise。 It may take a long time； but I'll pay you。 Trust me。〃
Not if you're on death row； thought Jake。 He changed the subject。 〃You know the grand jury meets tomorrow； and it'll take up your cas