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"
I
looked
at
him
closely
to
see
if
he
might
be
trying
a
little
joke
,
but
he
did
n't
seem
to
be
.
And
I
really
had
n't
expected
any
different
.
Appeals
were
n't
for
the
likes
of
John
Coffey
,
not
back
then
;
they
had
their
day
in
court
and
then
the
world
forgot
them
until
they
saw
a
squib
in
the
paper
saying
a
certain
fellow
had
taken
a
little
electricity
along
about
midnight
.
But
a
man
with
a
wife
,
children
,
or
friends
to
look
forward
to
on
Sunday
afternoons
was
easier
to
control
,
if
control
looked
to
be
a
problem
.
Here
it
did
n't
,
and
that
was
good
.
Because
he
was
so
damned
big
.
I
shifted
a
little
on
the
bunk
,
then
decided
I
might
feel
a
little
more
comfortable
in
my
nether
parts
if
I
stood
up
,
and
so
I
did
.
He
backed
away
from
me
respectfully
,
and
clasped
his
hands
in
front
of
him
.
"
Your
time
here
can
be
easy
or
hard
,
big
boy
,
it
all
depends
on
you
.
I
'm
here
to
say
you
might
as
well
make
it
easy
on
all
of
us
,
because
it
comes
to
the
same
in
the
end
.
We
'll
treat
you
as
right
as
you
deserve
.
Do
you
have
any
questions
?
"
"
Do
you
leave
a
light
on
after
bedtime
?
"
he
asked
right
away
,
as
if
he
had
only
been
waiting
for
the
chance
.
I
blinked
at
him
.
I
had
been
asked
a
lot
of
strange
questions
by
newcomers
to
E
Block
--
once
about
the
size
of
my
wife
's
tits
--
but
never
that
one
.
Coffey
was
smiling
a
trifle
uneasily
,
as
if
he
knew
we
would
think
him
foolish
but
could
n't
help
himself
.
"
Because
I
get
a
little
scared
in
the
dark
sometimes
,
"
he
said
.
"
If
it
's
a
strange
place
.
"
I
looked
at
him
--
the
pure
size
of
him
--
and
felt
strangely
touched
.
They
did
touch
you
,
you
know
;
you
did
n't
see
them
at
their
worst
,
hammering
out
their
horrors
like
demons
at
a
forge
.
"
Yes
,
it
's
pretty
bright
in
here
all
night
long
,
"
I
said
.
"
Half
the
lights
along
the
Mile
burn
from
nine
until
five
every
morning
.
"
Then
I
realized
he
would
n't
have
any
idea
of
what
I
was
talking
about
--
he
did
n't
know
the
Green
Mile
from
Mississippi
mud
--
and
so
I
pointed
.
"
In
the
corridor
.
"
