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"
Strength
,
"
I
said
without
even
thinking
.
I
closed
my
eyes
and
said
,
"
Lord
God
of
"
Hosts
,
please
help
us
finish
what
we
've
started
,
and
please
welcome
this
man
,
John
Coffey
--
like
the
drink
but
not
spelled
the
same
--
into
heaven
and
give
him
peace
.
Please
help
us
to
see
him
off
the
way
he
deserves
and
let
nothing
go
wrong
.
Amen
.
"
I
opened
my
eyes
and
looked
at
Dean
and
Harry
.
Both
of
them
looked
a
little
better
Probably
it
was
having
a
few
moments
to
catch
their
breath
.
I
doubt
it
was
my
praying
.
I
started
to
get
up
,
and
John
caught
my
arm
.
He
gave
me
a
look
that
was
both
timid
and
hopeful
.
"
I
"
member
a
prayer
someone
taught
me
when
I
"
us
little
,
"
he
said
.
"
At
least
I
think
I
do
.
Can
I
say
it
?
"
"
You
go
right
on
and
do
her
,
"
Dean
said
.
"
Lots
of
time
yet
,
John
.
"
John
closed
his
eyes
and
frowned
with
concentration
.
I
expected
now-I-lay-me-down-to-sleep
,
or
maybe
a
garbled
version
of
the
Lord
's
prayer
,
but
I
got
neither
;
I
had
never
heard
what
he
came
out
with
before
,
and
have
never
heard
it
again
,
not
that
either
the
sentiments
or
expressions
were
particularly
unusual
.
Holding
his
hands
up
in
front
of
his
closed
eyes
,
John
Coffey
said
:
"
Baby
Jesus
,
meek
and
mild
,
pray
for
me
,
an
orphan
child
.
Be
my
strength
,
be
my
friend
,
be
with
me
until
the
end
.
Amen
.
"
He
opened
his
eyes
,
started
to
get
up
,
then
looked
at
me
closely
.
I
wipe
my
arm
across
my
eyes
.
As
I
listened
to
him
,
I
had
been
thinking
about
Del
;
he
had
wanted
to
pray
one
more
at
the
end
,
too
.
Holy
Mary
,
mother
of
God
,
pray
for
us
sinners
now
,
and
at
the
hour
of
our
death
.
"
Sorry
,
John
.
"
"
Do
n't
be
,
"
he
said
.
He
squeezed
my
arm
and
smiled
.
And
then
,
as
I
'd
thought
he
might
have
to
do
,
he
helped
me
to
my
feet
.
There
were
n't
many
witnesses
--
maybe
fourteen
in
all
,
half
the
number
that
had
been
in
the
storage
room
for
the
Delacroix
execution
.
Homer
Cribus
was
there
,
overflowing
his
chair
as
per
usual
,
but
I
did
n't
see
Deputy
McGee
.
Like
Warden
Moores
,
he
had
apparently
decided
to
give
this
one
a
miss
.
Sitting
in
the
front
row
was
an
elderly
couple
I
did
n't
recognize
at
first
,
even
though
I
had
seen
their
pictures
in
a
good
many
newspaper
articles
by
that
day
in
the
third
week
of
November
.
Then
,
as
we
neared
the
platform
where
Old
Sparky
waited
,
the
woman
spat
,
"
Die
slow
,
you
son
of
a
bitch
!
"
and
I
realized
they
were
the
Dettericks
,
Klaus
and
Marjorie
.
I
had
n't
recognized
them
because
you
do
n't
often
see
elderly
people
who
have
n't
yet
climbed
out
of
their
thirties
.
John
hunched
his
shoulders
at
the
sound
of
the
woman
's
voice
and
Sheriff
Cribus
's
grunt
of
approval
.
Hank
Bitterman
,
who
had
the
guard-post
near
the
front
of
the
meager
group
of
spectators
,
never
took
his
eyes
off
Klaus
Detterick
.
That
was
per
my
orders
,
but
Detterick
never
made
a
move
in
John
"
s
direction
that
night
.
Detterick
seemed
to
be
on
some
other
planet
.
