Andy sat there. Quietly reading. But he looked like he had more up his sleeve. He

always had that mischievous look in his eye. Truthfully, Red didn't know whether

to approach him or not, he looked so determined, almost as if he were on the

verge of some great discovery.

Red knew Andy was convicted for murdering his wife and her lover but Red felt

there was more to it than that. He walked up to the table that Andy was at in the

newly formed library. It was good Andy was enjoying the fruits of his labors, or

letters rather.

"Hey Andy." Red said.

Andy looked up from his book and a smile crossed his face.

"Hi Red."

"Whatcha doing?"

"Just doing a little.reading."Andy said lifting his book. "What's the matter?"

"Oh nothing. Boredom got the best of me I suppose."

"Oh." Andy paused and stared at Red as if he were searching for the real answer that he

had come to see him. "Well, I'm sure you could find something to do in here." He said

motioning his hand toward all the books.

"Yeah, I suppose."

Andy went back to reading, but soon looked back to his friend, who had not moved since

he had arrived. Red was still staring at Andy, wondering how such a intelligent and

patient man could have committed that crime.

"What's the matter Red?" Andy asked a little irritated.

"Uh.nothin' really Andy. It's just. Well, I've been thinkin'. I know you told me you didn't.well, didn't do it," he said lowering his voice to a whisper. "But-. I mean." Red looked at Andy to see how he was reacting to what he was saying. Andy only had a

concentrated squint on his face, everything else was still. Red didn't know whether to

continue or not. He felt as if he were digging a hole with his words.

"What's your question Red?" Andy asked.

"Well. Just.did you do it?" Red regretted it the very moment he said it.

Andy stared at him one more second, then stood and walked out of the library.