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Desperately
wants
to
be
done
with
it
.
He
enlisted
in
the
Army
after
Pearl
Harbor
,
but
never
got
overseas
;
he
died
at
Fort
Bragg
,
in
a
truck
accident
.
John
,
meanwhile
,
relaxed
beneath
Brutal
's
fingers
.
I
do
n't
think
he
understood
much
,
if
any
,
of
what
Brutal
was
telling
him
,
but
he
took
comfort
from
Brutal
's
hand
on
his
shoulder
.
Brutal
,
who
died
of
a
heart
attack
about
twenty-five
years
later
(
he
was
eating
a
fish
sandwich
and
watching
TV
wrestling
when
it
happened
,
his
sister
said
)
,
was
a
good
man
.
My
friend
.
Maybe
the
best
of
us
.
He
had
no
trouble
understanding
how
a
man
could
simultaneously
want
to
go
and
still
be
terrified
of
the
trip
.
"
John
Coffey
,
you
have
been
condemned
to
die
in
the
electric
chair
,
sentence
passed
by
a
jury
of
your
peers
and
imposed
by
a
judge
of
good
standing
in
this
state
.
God
save
the
people
of
this
state
.
Do
you
have
anything
to
say
before
sentence
is
carried
out
?
"
John
wet
his
lips
again
,
then
spoke
clearly
.
Six
words
.
"
I
'm
sorry
for
what
I
am
.
"
"
You
ought
to
be
!
"
the
mother
of
the
two
dead
girls
screamed
.
"
Oh
you
monster
,
you
ought
to
be
!
YOU
DAMN
WELL
OUGHT
TO
BE
!
"
John
's
eyes
turned
to
me
.
I
saw
no
resignation
in
them
,
no
hope
of
heaven
,
no
dawning
peace
.
How
I
would
love
to
tell
you
that
I
did
.
How
I
would
love
to
tell
myself
that
.
What
I
saw
was
fear
,
misery
,
incompletion
,
and
incomprehension
.
They
were
the
eyes
of
a
trapped
and
terrified
animal
.
I
thought
of
what
he
'd
said
about
how
Wharton
had
gotten
Cora
and
Kathe
Detterick
off
the
porch
without
rousing
the
house
:
He
kill
them
with
they
love
.
That
's
how
it
is
every
day
.
All
over
the
world
.
Brutal
took
the
new
mask
from
its
brass
hook
on
the
back
of
the
chair
,
but
as
soon
as
John
saw
it
and
understood
what
it
was
,
his
eyes
widened
in
horror
.
He
looked
at
me
,
and
now
I
could
see
huge
droplets
of
sweat
standing
out
on
the
curve
of
his
naked
skull
.
As
big
as
robin
's
eggs
,
they
looked
.
"
Please
,
boss
,
do
n't
put
that
thing
over
my
face
,
"
he
said
in
a
moaning
little
whisper
.
"
Please
do
n't
put
me
in
the
dark
,
do
n't
make
me
go
into
the
dark
,
I
's
afraid
of
the
dark
.
"
Brutal
was
looking
at
me
,
eyebrows
raised
,
frozen
in
place
,
the
mask
in
his
hands
.
His
eyes
said
it
was
my
call
,
he
'd
go
either
way
.
I
thought
as
fast
as
I
could
and
as
well
as
I
could
--
hard
to
do
,
with
my
head
pounding
the
way
it
was
.
The
mask
was
tradition
,
not
law
.
It
was
,
in
fact
,
to
spare
the
witnesses
.
And
suddenly
I
decided
that
they
did
not
need
to
be
spared
,
not
this
once
.
John
,
after
all
,
had
n't
done
a
damned
thing
in
his
life
to
warrant
dying
under
a
mask
.
They
did
n't
know
that
,
but
we
did
,
and
I
decided
I
was
going
to
grant
this
last
request
.
As
for
Marjorie
Detterick
,
she
'd
probably
send
me
a
thank-you
note
.
