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"
John
,
I
ought
to
have
that
,
"
I
said
.
"
I
can
put
it
back
on
you
after
the
...
after
,
if
you
want
,
but
I
should
take
it
for
now
.
"
It
was
silver
,
and
if
it
was
lying
against
his
skin
when
Jack
Van
Hay
switched
on
the
juice
,
it
might
fuse
itself
into
his
skin
.
Even
if
it
did
n't
do
that
,
it
was
apt
to
electroplate
,
leaving
a
kind
of
charred
photograph
of
itself
on
the
skin
of
his
chest
.
I
had
seen
it
before
.
I
'd
seen
most
everything
during
my
years
on
the
Mile
.
More
than
was
good
for
me
.
I
knew
that
now
.
He
slipped
the
chain
over
his
head
and
put
it
in
my
hand
.
I
put
the
medallion
in
my
pocket
and
told
him
to
step
on
out
of
the
cell
.
There
was
no
need
to
check
his
head
and
make
sure
the
contact
would
be
firm
and
the
induction
good
;
it
was
as
smooth
as
the
palm
of
my
hand
.
"
You
know
,
I
fell
asleep
this
afternoon
and
had
a
dream
,
boss
,
"
he
said
.
"
I
dreamed
about
Del
's
mouse
.
"
"
Did
you
,
John
?
"
I
flanked
him
on
the
left
.
Harry
took
the
right
.
Dean
fell
in
behind
,
and
then
we
were
walking
the
Green
Mile
.
For
me
,
it
was
the
last
time
I
ever
walked
it
with
a
prisoner
.
"
Yep
,
"
he
said
.
"
I
dreamed
he
got
down
to
that
place
Boss
Howell
talked
about
,
that
Mouseville
place
.
I
dreamed
there
was
kids
,
and
how
they
laughed
at
his
tricks
!
My
!
"
He
laughed
himself
at
the
thought
of
it
,
then
grew
serious
again
.
"
I
dreamed
those
two
little
blond-headed
girls
were
there
.
They
us
laughin
,
too
.
I
put
my
arms
around
em
and
there
us
no
blood
comin
out
they
hair
and
they
"
us
fine
.
We
all
watch
Mr.
Jingles
roll
that
spool
,
and
how
we
did
laugh
.
Fit
to
bus
,
"
we
was
.
"
"
Is
that
so
?
"
I
was
thinking
I
could
n't
go
through
with
it
,
just
could
not
,
there
was
no
way
.
I
was
going
to
cry
or
scream
or
maybe
my
heart
would
burst
with
sorrow
and
that
would
be
an
end
to
it
.
We
went
into
my
office
.
John
looked
around
for
a
moment
or
two
,
then
dropped
to
his
knees
without
having
to
be
asked
.
Behind
him
,
Harry
was
looking
at
me
with
haunted
eyes
.
Dean
was
as
white
as
paper
.
I
got
down
on
my
knees
with
John
and
thought
there
was
a
funny
turnaround
brewing
here
:
after
all
the
prisoners
I
'd
had
to
help
up
so
they
could
finish
the
journey
,
this
time
I
was
the
one
who
was
apt
to
need
a
hand
.
That
's
the
way
it
felt
,
anyway
.
"
What
should
we
pray
for
,
boss
?
"
John
asked
.
