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I
turned
,
not
at
all
surprised
to
see
Brad
Dolan
there
in
the
doorway
.
He
was
grinning
as
a
man
only
does
when
he
feels
he
's
fooled
you
right
good
and
proper
.
How
far
down
the
road
had
he
driven
after
his
shift
was
over
?
Maybe
only
as
far
as
The
Wrangler
for
a
beer
or
two
and
maybe
a
lap-dance
before
coming
back
.
"
Get
out
,
"
Elaine
said
coldly
.
"
Get
out
right
now
.
"
"
Do
n't
you
tell
me
to
get
out
,
you
wrinkledy
old
bitch
,
"
he
said
,
still
smiling
.
"
Maybe
you
can
tell
me
that
up
the
hill
,
but
you
ai
n't
tip
the
hill
now
.
This
ai
n't
where
you
're
supposed
to
be
.
This
is
off-limits
.
Little
love-nest
,
Paulie
?
Is
that
what
you
got
here
?
Kind
of
a
Playboy
pad
for
the
geriatric
...
"
His
eyes
widened
as
he
at
last
saw
the
shed
's
tenant
.
"
What
the
fuck
?
"
I
did
n't
turn
to
look
.
I
knew
what
was
there
,
for
one
thing
;
for
another
,
the
past
had
suddenly
doubled
over
the
present
,
making
one
terrible
image
,
three-dimensional
in
its
reality
.
It
was
n't
Brad
Dolan
standing
there
in
the
doorway
but
Percy
Wetmore
.
In
another
moment
he
would
rush
into
the
shed
and
crush
Mr.
Jingles
(
who
no
longer
had
a
hope
of
outrunning
him
)
under
his
shoe
,
and
this
time
there
was
no
John
Coffey
to
bring
him
back
from
the
edge
of
death
.
Any
more
than
there
had
been
a
John
Coffey
when
I
needed
him
on
that
rainy
day
in
Alabama
.
I
got
to
my
feet
,
not
feeling
any
ache
in
my
joints
or
muscles
this
time
,
and
rushed
toward
Dolan
.
"
Leave
him
alone
!
"
I
yelled
.
"
You
leave
him
alone
,
Percy
,
or
by
God
I
'll
--
"
"
Who
you
callin
Percy
?
"
he
asked
,
and
pushed
me
back
so
hard
I
almost
fell
over
.
Elaine
grabbed
me
,
although
it
must
have
hurt
her
to
do
so
,
and
steadied
me
.
"
Ai
n't
the
first
time
you
done
it
,
either
.
And
stop
peein
in
your
pants
.
I
ai
n't
gon
na
touch
im
.
Do
n't
need
to
.
That
's
one
dead
rodent
.
"
I
turned
,
thinking
that
Mr.
Jingles
was
only
lying
on
his
side
to
catch
his
breath
,
the
way
he
sometimes
did
.
He
was
on
his
side
,
all
right
,
but
that
rippling
motion
through
his
fur
had
stopped
.
I
tried
to
convince
myself
that
I
could
still
see
it
,
and
then
Elaine
burst
into
loud
sobs
.
She
bent
painfully
,
and
picked
up
the
mouse
I
had
first
seen
on
the
Green
Mile
,
coming
up
to
the
duty
desk
as
fearlessly
as
a
man
approaching
his
peers
...
or
his
friends
.
He
lay
limp
on
her
hand
.
His
eyes
were
dull
and
still
.
He
was
dead
.
Dolan
grinned
unpleasantly
,
revealing
teeth
which
had
had
very
little
acquaintance
with
a
dentist
.
"
Aw
,
sakes
,
now
!
"
he
said
.
"
Did
we
just
lose
the
family
pet
?
Should
we
have
a
little
funeral
,
with
paper
flowers
and
--
"
"
SHUT
UP
!
"
Elaine
screamed
at
him
,
so-loudly
and
so
powerfully
that
he
backed
away
a
step
,
the
smile
slipping
off
his
face
.
"
GET
OUT
OF
HERE
!
GET
OUT
OR
YOU
'LL
NEVER
WORK
ANOTHER
DAY
HERE
!
NOT
ANOTHER
HOUR
!
I
SWEAR
IT
!
"
