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She
looked
at
him
uncertainly
.
"
It
would
n't
do
any
good
,
"
Brutal
said
.
"
Even
if
we
could
think
of
a
way
,
it
would
n't
do
any
good
.
"
"
Why
not
?
"
She
sounded
as
if
she
might
be
going
to
cry
.
"
Just
why
the
damn
hell
not
?
"
"
Because
he
's
a
six-foot-eight-inch
baldheaded
black
man
with
barely
enough
brains
to
feed
himself
,
"
I
said
.
"
How
long
do
you
think
it
would
be
before
he
was
recaptured
?
Two
hours
?
Six
?
"
"
He
got
along
without
attracting
much
attention
before
,
"
she
said
.
A
tear
trickled
down
her
cheek
.
She
slapped
it
away
with
the
heel
of
her
hand
.
That
much
was
true
.
I
had
written
letters
to
some
friends
and
relatives
of
mine
farther
down
south
,
asking
if
they
'd
seen
anything
in
the
papers
about
a
man
fitting
John
Coffey
's
description
.
Anything
at
all
.
Janice
had
done
the
same
.
We
had
come
up
with
just
one
possible
sighting
so
far
,
in
the
town
of
Muscle
Shoals
,
Alabama
.
A
twister
had
struck
a
church
there
during
choir
practice
--
in
1929
,
this
had
been
--
and
a
large
black
man
had
hauled
two
fellows
out
of
the
rubble
.
Both
had
looked
dead
to
onlookers
at
first
,
but
as
it
turned
out
,
neither
had
been
even
seriously
hurt
.
It
was
like
a
miracle
,
one
of
the
witnesses
was
quoted
as
saying
.
The
black
man
,
a
drifter
who
had
been
hired
by
the
church
pastor
to
do
a
day
's
worth
of
chores
,
had
disappeared
in
the
excitement
.
"
You
're
right
,
he
got
along
,
"
Brutal
said
.
"
But
you
have
to
remember
that
he
did
most
of
his
getting
along
before
he
was
convicted
of
raping
and
murdering
two
little
girls
.
"
She
sat
without
answering
.
She
sat
that
way
for
almost
a
full
minute
,
and
then
she
did
something
which
shocked
me
as
badly
as
my
sudden
flow
of
tears
must
have
shocked
her
.
She
reached
out
and
shoved
everything
off
the
table
with
one
wide
sweep
of
her
arm
--
plates
,
glasses
,
cups
,
silverware
,
the
bowl
of
collards
,
the
bowl
of
squash
,
the
platter
with
the
carved
ham
on
it
,
the
milk
,
the
pitcher
of
cold
tea
.
All
off
the
table
and
onto
the
floor
,
ker-smash
.
"
Holy
shit
!
"
Dean
cried
,
rocking
back
from
the
table
so
hard
he
damned
near
went
over
on
his
back
.
