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The
cap
hummed
.
Eight
large
fingers
and
two
large
thumbs
rose
from
the
ends
of
the
chair
's
broad
oak
arms
and
splayed
tensely
in
ten
different
directions
,
their
tips
jittering
.
His
big
knees
made
caged
pistoning
motions
,
but
the
clamps
on
his
ankles
held
.
Overhead
,
three
of
the
hanging
lights
blew
out
--
Pow
!
Pow
!
Pow
!
Marjorie
Detterick
screamed
at
the
sound
and
fainted
in
her
husband
's
arms
.
She
died
in
Memphis
,
eighteen
years
later
.
Harry
sent
me
the
obit
.
It
was
a
trolley-car
accident
.
John
surged
forward
against
the
chest-strap
For
a
moment
his
eyes
met
mine
.
They
were
aware
;
I
was
the
last
thing
he
saw
as
we
tilted
him
off
the
edge
of
the
world
.
Then
he
fell
against
the
seatback
,
the
cap
coming
askew
on
his
head
a
little
,
smoke
--
a
sort
of
charry
mist
--
drifting
out
from
beneath
it
.
But
on
the
whole
,
you
know
,
it
was
quick
.
I
doubt
if
it
was
painless
,
the
way
the
chair
's
supporters
always
claim
(
it
's
not
an
idea
even
the
most
rabid
of
them
ever
seems
to
want
to
investigate
personally
)
,
but
it
was
quick
.
The
hands
were
limp
again
,
the
formerly
bluish-white
moons
at
the
base
of
the
fingernails
now
a
deep
eggplant
hue
,
a
tendril
of
smoke
rising
off
cheeks
still
wet
with
salt
water
from
the
sponge
...
and
his
tears
.
John
Coffey
's
last
tears
.
I
was
all
right
until
I
got
home
.
It
was
dawn
by
then
,
and
birds
singing
.
I
parked
my
flivver
,
I
got
out
,
I
walked
up
the
back
steps
,
and
then
the
second
greatest
grief
I
have
ever
known
washed
over
me
.
It
was
thinking
of
how
he
'd
been
afraid
of
the
dark
that
did
it
.
I
remembered
the
first
time
we
'd
met
,
how
he
'd
asked
if
we
left
a
light
on
at
night
,
and
my
legs
gave
out
on
me
.
I
sat
on
my
steps
and
hung
my
head
over
my
knees
and
cried
.
It
did
n't
feel
like
that
weeping
was
just
for
John
,
either
,
but
for
all
of
us
.
Janice
came
out
and
sat
down
beside
me
.
She
put
an
arm
over
my
shoulders
.
"
You
did
n't
hurt
him
any
more
than
you
could
help
,
did
you
?
"
I
shook
my
head
no
.
"
And
he
wanted
to
go
.
"
I
nodded
.
