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I
nodded
.
She
sat
thinking
about
it
for
what
seemed
a
long
time
,
then
nodded
herself
and
got
up
with
the
pages
in
her
hand
.
"
I
'll
go
out
back
,
"
she
said
.
"
The
sun
is
very
warm
this
morning
.
"
"
And
the
dragon
's
been
vanquished
,
"
I
said
.
"
This
time
by
the
lady
fair
.
"
She
smiled
,
bent
,
and
kissed
me
over
the
eyebrow
in
the
sensitive
place
that
always
makes
me
shiver
"
We
'll
hope
so
,
"
she
said
,
"
but
in
my
experience
,
dragons
like
Brad
Dolan
are
hard
to
get
rid
of
.
"
She
hesitated
.
"
Good
luck
,
Paul
.
I
hope
you
can
vanquish
whatever
it
is
that
has
been
festering
in
you
.
"
"
I
hope
so
,
too
,
"
I
said
,
and
thought
of
John
Coffey
.
I
could
n't
help
it
,
John
had
said
.
I
tried
,
but
it
was
too
late
.
I
ate
the
eggs
she
'd
brought
,
drank
the
juice
,
and
pushed
the
toast
aside
for
later
.
Then
I
picked
up
my
pen
and
began
to
write
again
,
for
what
I
hoped
would
be
the
last
time
.
One
last
mile
.
A
green
one
.
When
we
brought
John
back
to
E
Block
that
night
,
the
gurney
was
a
necessity
instead
of
a
luxury
.
I
very
much
doubt
if
he
could
have
made
it
the
length
of
the
tunnel
on
his
own
;
it
takes
more
energy
to
walk
at
a
crouch
than
it
does
upright
,
and
it
was
a
damned
low
ceiling
for
the
likes
of
John
Coffey
.
I
did
n't
like
to
think
of
him
collapsing
down
there
.
How
would
we
explain
that
,
on
top
of
trying
to
explain
why
we
had
dressed
Percy
in
the
madman
's
dinner-jacket
and
tossed
him
in
the
restraint
room
?
