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"
You
do
n't
want
to
worry
too
much
about
Percy
,
"
I
said
.
"
He
's
moving
on
to
Briar
Ridge
soon
.
Bigger
and
better
things
.
Is
n't
that
right
,
Percy
?
"
"
As
soon
as
his
transfer
comes
through
,
"
Brutal
added
.
"
And
until
it
comes
,
he
's
going
to
call
in
sick
every
night
,
"
Dean
put
in
.
That
roused
Percy
,
who
had
n't
been
working
at
the
prison
long
enough
to
have
accumulated
any
paid
sick-time
.
He
looked
at
Dean
with
bright
distaste
.
"
Do
n't
you
wish
,
"
he
said
.
We
were
back
on
the
block
by
one-fifteen
or
so
(
except
for
Percy
,
who
had
been
ordered
to
clean
up
the
storage
room
and
was
sulking
his
way
through
the
job
)
,
me
with
a
report
to
write
.
I
decided
to
do
it
at
the
duty
desk
;
if
I
sat
in
my
more
comfortable
office
chair
,
I
'd
likely
doze
off
.
That
probably
sounds
peculiar
to
you
,
given
what
had
happened
only
an
hour
before
"
but
I
felt
as
if
I
'd
lived
three
lifetimes
since
eleven
o'clock
the
previous
night
,
all
of
them
without
sleep
.
John
Coffey
was
standing
at
his
cell
door
,
tears
streaming
from
his
strange
,
distant
eyes
--
it
was
like
watching
blood
run
out
of
some
unhealable
but
strangely
painless
wound
.
Closer
to
the
desk
,
Wharton
was
sitting
on
his
bunk
,
rocking
from
side
to
side
,
and
singing
a
song
apparently
of
his
own
invention
,
and
not
quite
nonsense
.
As
well
as
I
can
remember
,
it
went
something
like
this
:
"
Bar-be-cue
!
Me
and
you
!
Stinky
,
pinky
,
phew-phew-phew
!
It
was
n't
Billy
or
Philadelphia
Philly
,
it
was
n't
Jackie
or
Roy
!
It
was
a
warm
little
number
,
a
hot
cucumber
,
by
the
name
of
Delacroix
!
"
"
Shut
up
,
you
jerk
,
"
I
said
.
Wharton
grinned
,
showing
his
mouthful
of
dingy
teeth
.
He
was
n't
dying
,
at
least
not
yet
;
he
was
up
,
happy
,
practically
tap-dancing
.
"
Come
on
in
here
and
make
me
,
why
do
n't
you
?
"
he
said
happily
,
and
then
began
another
verse
of
"
The
Barbecue
Song
,
"
making
up
words
not
quite
at
random
.
There
was
something
going
on
in
there
,
all
right
.
A
kind
of
green
and
stinking
intelligence
that
was
,
in
its
own
way
,
almost
brilliant
.
