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"
What
I
'd
like
is
a
good
hard
knock
of
whiskey
,
but
under
the
circumstances
,
that
might
not
be
a
good
idea
.
"
Janice
looked
at
me
;
smiling
mouth
,
worried
eyes
.
"
What
are
you
getting
these
boys
into
,
Paul
?
"
But
before
I
could
even
think
of
framing
a
reply
,
she
raised
her
hand
and
said
,
"
Never
mind
,
I
do
n't
want
to
know
.
"
Later
,
long
after
the
others
were
gone
and
while
I
was
dressing
for
work
,
she
took
me
by
the
arm
,
swung
me
around
,
and
looked
into
my
eyes
with
fierce
intensity
.
"
Melinda
?
"
she
asked
.
I
nodded
.
"
Can
you
do
something
for
her
,
Paul
?
Really
do
something
for
her
,
or
is
it
all
wishful
dreaming
brought
on
by
what
you
saw
last
night
?
"
I
thought
of
Coffey
's
eyes
,
of
Coffey
's
hands
,
and
of
the
hypnotized
way
I
'd
gone
to
him
when
he
'd
wanted
me
.
I
thought
of
him
holding
out
his
hands
for
Mr.
Jingles
's
broken
,
dying
body
.
While
there
's
still
time
,
he
had
said
.
And
the
black
swirling
things
that
turned
white
and
disappeared
.
"
I
think
we
might
be
the
only
chance
she
has
left
,
"
I
said
at
last
.
"
Then
take
it
,
"
she
said
,
buttoning
the
front
of
my
new
fall
coat
.
It
had
been
in
the
closet
since
my
birthday
at
the
beginning
of
September
,
but
this
was
only
the
third
or
fourth
time
I
'd
actually
worn
it
.
"
Take
it
.
"
And
she
practically
pushed
me
out
the
door
.
