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"
Yeah
,
I
guess
,
but
how
?
How
did
you
help
it
?
"
He
shook
his
head
--
right
,
left
,
back
to
dead
center
.
He
did
n't
know
how
he
'd
helped
it
(
how
he
'd
cured
it
)
and
his
placid
face
suggested
that
he
did
n't
give
a
rat
's
ass
--
any
more
than
I
'd
give
a
rat
's
ass
about
the
mechanics
of
running
when
I
was
leading
in
the
last
fifty
yards
of
a
Fourth
of
July
Two-Miler
.
I
thought
about
asking
him
how
he
'd
known
I
was
sick
in
the
first
place
,
except
that
would
undoubtedly
have
gotten
the
same
headshake
.
There
's
a
phrase
I
read
somewhere
and
never
forgot
,
something
about
"
an
enigma
wrapped
in
a
mystery
.
"
That
's
what
John
Coffey
was
,
and
I
suppose
the
only
reason
he
could
sleep
at
night
was
because
he
did
n't
care
.
Percy
called
him
the
ijit
,
which
was
cruel
but
not
too
far
off
the
mark
.
Our
big
boy
knew
his
name
,
and
knew
it
was
n't
spelled
like
the
drink
,
and
that
was
just
about
all
he
cared
to
know
.
As
if
to
emphasize
this
for
me
,
he
shook
his
head
m
that
deliberate
way
one
more
time
,
then
lay
down
on
his
bunk
with
his
hands
clasped
under
his
left
cheek
like
a
pillow
and
his
face
to
the
wall
.
His
legs
dangled
off
the
end
of
the
bunk
from
the
shins
on
down
,
but
that
never
seemed
to
bother
him
.
The
back
of
his
shirt
had
pulled
up
,
and
I
could
see
the
scars
that
crisscrossed
his
skin
.
I
left
the
cell
,
turned
the
locks
,
then
faced
Delacroix
,
who
was
standing
across
the
way
with
his
hands
wrapped
around
the
bars
of
his
cell
,
looking
at
me
anxiously
.
Perhaps
even
fearfully
.
Mr.
Jingles
perched
on
his
shoulder
with
his
fine
whiskers
quivering
like
filaments
.
"
What
dat
darkie-man
do
to
you
?
"
Delacroix
asked
.
"
Waddit
gris-gris
?
He
th
'
ow
some
gris-gris
on
you
?
"
Spoken
in
that
Cajun
accent
of
his
,
gris-gris
rhymed
with
pee-pee
.
"
I
do
n't
know
what
you
're
talking
about
,
Del.
.
"
"
Devil
you
do
n't
!
Lookit
you
!
All
change
!
Even
walk
different
,
boss
!
"
I
probably
was
walking
different
,
at
that
.
There
was
a
beautiful
feeling
of
calm
in
my
groin
,
a
sense
of
peace
so
remarkable
it
was
almost
ecstasy
--
anyone
who
's
suffered
bad
pain
and
then
recovered
will
know
what
I
'm
talking
about
.
"
Everything
's
all
right
,
Del
,
"
I
insisted
.
"
John
Coffey
had
a
nightmare
,
that
's
all
.
"
