A/N : Just a question to my reviewers, should Angela be executed or not?. Let me know. Just a short chapter this time, I couldn't seem to write a longer one, maybe I'm losing my touch.

June 25, 1939

Angela was silently standing at her bars, hardpressed to stop herself from laughing. Only moments ago she had watched in horror as Percy Whetmore set up a trail of bread scraps and mouse traps. She had been convinced that her little mouse would be killed and there was nothing she could do about it.

Now though, she was holding her breath, trying hard not to laugh. As Percy sat with his back to the desk in the office, waiting with baited breath to see if the mouse would show up, the actual mouse himself was sitting underneath the desk, peering in the same direction as Percy. Probably wondering what that loony tune is looking at, Angela thought with a smile, before accidentally letting out of a short laugh.

Percy's head shot up and in her direction and Angela's smile disappeared. She swallowed hard as Percy's eyes landed on her. He smirked sadistically.

"That's right, bitch" he said in a low voice "You're precious mouse will be nothing but a patch of fur and some blood when I'm done with him"

Angela scowled but couldn't help but back away. She gasped involuntarily when she saw the mouse step out a few more steps. Percy turned and looked at the mouse, and the mouse looked right back before all hell broke loose.

Percy raced after the mouse, hollering and stomping all the way, mousetraps snapping and flying all over the place. Angela sighed in relief when the mouse disappeared underneath the restraint door. Percy looked up and to Angela and John Coffey's cells in disbelief.

"Saw me a mouse go by" Coffey said.

Angela giggled at this and Percy lost it, kicking and punching the restraint room door in a screaming rage.

Angela sighed as she put her book down. She had been moderately entertained by the book for the better part of the afternoon but she couldn't get her mind off a few things. Percy had stalked off in a hissy fit earlier and after Angela had told Edgecomb and Brutal what had happened, Edgecomb had sighed and said:

"Man never learns. Still, something's bound to give one of these days, maybe then we can get some peace around here"

What did he mean by something's bound to give?. Would Percy give up or would the mouse be caught?. Angela tried to shake it off but found that she couldn't. Then there was the fact that they had taken Arlen Bitterbuck away and although they had taken him back, she couldn't help but think he looked gloomier than he had before. Why was that?.

Angela was snapped out of her reverie when Brutal came walking up to the bars. She smiled automatically and he smiled back.

"Lunch time" he said softly and Angela nodded.

She wasn't feeling very hungry as her stomach seemed to be filled with nothing but weird and fluttery feelings lately, but she didn't want to insult him by not eating. She put her book down and approached the bars as Brutal opened the door.

Angela's cheeks burned as she came closer to Brutal and when she looked up at Brutal she was very surprised to find that his cheeks had gone red as well. She didn't know if it had anything to do with her but a girl could dream, couldn't she?. Brutal placed the platter on the small table in the cell, next to her other two books and smiled.

"Enjoy your meal" he said.

"Thank you" Angela whispered.

Brutal left and Angela rubbed at her cheeks, it seemed to her she had been doing alot of that lately. She supposed it was only natural if a woman saw a handsome man, she would blush, but she had never blushed in the presence of a man before. She almost giggled when she thought back to the redness in Brutal's cheeks. I guess women aren't the only ones who blush, she thought before grabbing a sandwich from the platter and laying herself down again.