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"
No
,
"
I
said
.
"
It
was
n't
the
first
ghost
I
've
ever
seen
.
But
Elaine
--
it
was
a
shock
.
Because
it
was
him
.
"
She
kissed
me
again
,
then
stood
up
,
wincing
as
she
did
so
and
pressing
the
heels
of
her
hands
to
the
tops
of
her
hips
,
as
if
she
were
afraid
they
might
actually
explode
out
through
her
skin
if
she
was
n't
very
careful
.
"
I
think
I
've
changed
my
mind
about
the
television
,
"
she
said
.
"
I
've
got
an
extra
pill
that
I
've
been
keeping
for
a
rainy
day
...
or
night
.
I
think
I
'll
take
it
and
go
back
to
bed
.
Maybe
you
should
do
the
same
.
"
"
Yes
,
"
I
said
.
"
I
suppose
I
should
.
"
For
one
wild
moment
I
thought
of
suggesting
that
we
go
back
to
bed
together
,
and
then
I
saw
the
dull
pain
in
her
eyes
and
thought
better
of
it
.
Because
she
might
have
said
yes
,
and
she
would
only
have
said
that
for
me
.
Not
so
good
.
We
left
the
TV
room
(
I
wo
n't
dignify
it
with
that
other
name
,
not
even
to
be
ironic
)
side
by
side
,
me
matching
my
steps
to
hers
,
which
were
slow
and
painfully
careful
.
The
building
was
quiet
except
for
someone
moaning
in
the
grip
of
a
bad
dream
behind
some
closed
door
"
Will
you
be
able
to
sleep
,
do
you
think
?
"
she
asked
.
"
Yes
,
I
think
so
,
"
I
said
,
but
of
course
I
was
n't
able
to
;
I
lay
in
my
bed
until
sunup
,
thinking
about
Kiss
of
Death
.
I
'd
see
Richard
Widmark
,
giggling
madly
,
tying
the
old
lady
into
her
wheelchair
and
then
pushing
her
down
the
stairs
--
"
This
is
what
we
do
to
squealers
,
"
he
told
her
--
and
then
his
face
would
merge
into
the
face
of
William
Wharton
as
he
'd
looked
on
the
day
when
he
came
to
E
Block
and
the
Green
Mile
--
Wharton
giggling
like
Widmark
,
Wharton
screaming
,
Ai
n't
this
a
party
,
now
?
Is
it
,
or
what
?
I
did
n't
bother
with
breakfast
,
not
after
that
;
I
just
came
down
here
to
the
solarium
and
began
to
write
.
Ghosts
?
Sure
.
I
know
all
about
ghosts
.
"
Woooee
,
boys
!
"
Wharton
laughed
.
"
Ai
n't
this
a
party
,
now
?
Is
it
,
or
what
?
"
