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We
talked
shop
for
a
while
,
and
got
through
the
visit
.
After
,
all
the
way
home
,
with
my
wife
sitting
silent
,
for
the
most
part
--
wet-eyed
and
thoughtful
--
in
the
passenger
seat
beside
me
,
Coffey
's
words
ran
around
in
my
head
like
Mr.
Jingles
running
around
in
Delacroix
's
cell
:
I
helped
it
,
did
n't
I
?
"
It
's
terrible
,
"
my
wife
said
dully
at
one
point
.
"
And
there
's
nothing
anyone
can
do
to
help
her
.
"
I
nodded
agreement
and
thought
,
I
helped
it
,
did
n't
I
?
But
that
was
crazy
,
and
I
tried
as
best
I
could
to
put
it
out
of
my
mind
.
As
we
turned
into
our
dooryard
,
she
finally
spoke
a
second
time
--
not
about
her
old
friend
Melinda
,
but
about
my
urinary
infection
.
She
wanted
to
know
if
it
was
really
gone
.
Really
gone
,
I
told
her
.
"
That
's
fine
,
then
,
"
she
said
,
and
kissed
me
over
the
eyebrow
,
in
that
shivery
place
of
mine
.
"
Maybe
we
ought
to
,
you
know
,
get
up
to
a
little
something
.
If
you
have
the
time
and
the
inclination
,
that
is
.
"
Having
plenty
of
the
latter
and
just
enough
of
the
former
,
I
took
her
by
the
hand
and
led
her
into
the
back
bedroom
and
took
her
clothes
off
as
she
stroked
the
part
of
me
that
swelled
and
throbbed
but
did
n't
hurt
anymore
And
as
I
moved
in
her
sweetness
,
slipping
through
it
in
that
slow
way
she
liked
--
that
we
both
liked
--
I
thought
of
John
Coffey
,
saying
he
'd
helped
it
,
he
'd
helped
it
,
had
n't
he
?
Like
a
snatch
of
song
that
wo
n't
leave
your
mind
until
it
's
damned
good
and
ready
.
Later
,
as
I
drove
to
the
prison
,
I
got
to
thinking
that
very
soon
we
would
have
to
start
rehearsing
for
Delacroix
's
execution
.
That
thought
led
to
how
Percy
was
going
to
be
out
front
this
time
,
and
I
felt
a
shiver
of
dread
.
I
told
myself
to
just
go
with
it
,
one
execution
and
we
'd
very
likely
be
shut
of
Percy
Wetmore
for
good
...
but
still
I
felt
that
shiver
,
as
if
the
infection
I
'd
been
suffering
with
was
n't
gone
at
all
,
but
had
only
switched
locations
,
from
boiling
my
groin
to
freezing
my
backbone
.
"
Come
on
,
"
Brutal
told
Delacroix
the
following
evening
.
"
We
're
going
for
a
little
walk
.
You
and
me
and
Mr.
Jingles
.
"
Delacroix
looked
at
him
distrustfully
,
then
reached
down
into
the
cigar
box
for
the
mouse
.
He
cupped
it
m
the
palm
of
one
hand
and
looked
at
Brutal
with
narrowed
eyes
.
