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Lying
down
was
the
last
thing
I
felt
like
right
then
--
the
idea
seemed
so
ridiculous
that
I
almost
laughed
.
What
I
felt
like
doing
was
maybe
building
myself
a
little
house
,
then
shingling
it
,
and
plowing
a
garden
in
back
,
and
planting
it
.
All
before
suppertime
.
That
's
how
it
is
,
I
thought
.
Every
day
.
All
over
the
world
.
That
darkness
.
All
over
the
world
.
"
I
'm
going
to
take
a
turn
over
to
Admin
instead
.
Got
a
few
things
to
check
over
there
.
"
"
If
you
say
so
.
"
I
went
to
the
door
and
opened
it
,
then
looked
back
.
"
You
've
got
it
right
,
"
I
said
:
"
r-e-c-e-i-v-e
;
i
before
e
,
except
after
c.
Most
of
the
time
,
anyway
;
I
guess
there
's
exceptions
to
all
the
rules
--
"
I
went
out
,
not
needing
to
look
back
at
him
to
know
he
was
staring
with
his
mouth
open
.
I
kept
moving
for
the
rest
of
that
shift
,
unable
to
sit
down
for
more
than
five
minutes
at
a
stretch
before
jumping
up
again
.
I
went
over
to
Admin
,
and
then
I
tromped
back
and
forth
across
the
empty
exercise
yard
until
the
guards
in
the
towers
must
have
thought
I
was
crazy
.
But
by
the
time
my
shift
was
over
,
I
was
starting
to
calm
down
again
,
and
that
rustle
of
thoughts
in
my
head
--
like
a
stirring
of
leaves
,
it
was
--
had
pretty
much
quieted
down
.
Still
,
halfway
home
that
morning
,
it
came
back
strong
.
The
way
my
urinary
infection
had
I
had
to
park
my
Ford
by
the
side
of
the
road
,
get
out
,
and
sprint
nearly
half
a
mile
,
head
down
,
arms
pumping
,
breath
tearing
in
and
out
of
my
throat
as
warm
as
something
that
you
've
carried
in
your
armpit
.
Then
,
at
last
,
I
began
to
feel
really
normal
.
I
trotted
halfway
back
to
where
the
Ford
was
parked
and
walked
the
rest
of
the
way
,
my
breath
steaming
in
the
chilly
air
.
When
I
got
home
,
I
told
Janice
that
John
Coffey
had
said
he
was
ready
,
that
he
wanted
to
go
.
She
nodded
,
looking
relieved
.
Was
she
really
?
I
could
n't
say
.
Six
hours
before
,
even
three
,
I
would
have
known
,
but
by
then
I
did
n't
.
And
that
was
good
.
John
had
kept
saying
that
he
was
tired
,
and
now
I
could
understand
why
.
It
would
have
tired
anyone
out
,
what
he
had
.
Would
have
made
anyone
long
for
rest
and
for
quiet
.
When
Janice
asked
me
why
I
looked
so
flushed
and
smelled
so
sweaty
,
I
told
her
I
had
stopped
the
car
on
my
way
home
and
gone
running
for
awhile
,
running
hard
.
I
told
her
that
much
--
as
I
may
have
said
(
there
's
too
many
pages
here
now
for
me
to
want
to
look
back
through
and
make
sure
)
,
lying
was
n't
much
a
part
of
our
marriage
--
but
I
did
n't
tell
her
why
.
