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It started to chime in my head again； that thing he'd said： I helped it； didn't I？ I helped it； didn't I？ Like a rhyme you can't get rid of。
Hal came in then。 He collared me； and you can believe me when I say I was glad to be collared。 We went into the kitchen； and he poured me half a shot of white whiskey； hot stuff fresh out of some countryman's still。 We clinked our glasses together and drank。 The shine went down like coal…oil； but the bloom in the belly was heaven。 Still； when Moores tipped the mason jar at me； wordlessly asking if I wanted the other half； I shook my head and waved it off。 Wild Bill Wharton was out of restraints … for the time being； anyway … and it wouldn't be safe to go near where he was with a booze…clouded head。 Not even with bars between us。
〃I don't know how long I can take this； Paul；〃 he said in a low voice。 〃There's a girl who es in mornings to help me with her； but the doctors I say she may lose control of her bowels； and 。。。 and 。。。〃
He stopped； his throat working； trying hard not to cry in front of me again。
〃Go with it as best you can；〃 I said。 I reached out across the table and briefly squeezed his palsied； liverspotted hand。 〃Do that day by day and give the rest over to God。 There's nothing else you can do； is there？〃
〃I guess not。 But it's hard； Paul。 I pray you never have to find out how hard。〃
He made an effort to collect himself。
〃Now tell me the news。 How are you doing with William Wharton？ And how are you making out with Percy Wetmore？〃
We talked shop for a while； and got through the visit。 After； all the way home； with my wife sitting silent； for the most part … wet…eyed and thoughtful … in the passenger seat beside me； Coffey's words ran around in my head like Mr。 Jingles running around in Delacroix's cell： I helped it； didn't I？
〃It's terrible；〃 my wife said dully at one point。 〃And there's nothing anyone can do to help her。〃
I nodded agreement and thought； I helped it； didn't I？ But that was crazy； and I tried as best I could to put it out of my mind。
As we turned into our dooryard； she finally spoke a second time … not about her old friend Melinda； but about my urinary infection。 She wanted to know if it was really gone。 Really gone； I told her。
〃That's fine； then；〃 she said； and kissed me over the eyebrow； in that shivery place of mine。 〃Maybe we ought to； you know； get up to a little something。 If you have the time and the inclination； that is。〃
Having plenty of the latter and just enough of the former； I took her by the hand and led her into the back bedroom and took her clothes off as she stroked the part of me that swelled and throbbed but didn't hurt anymore。 And as I moved in her sweetness； slipping through it in that slow way she liked … that we both liked … I thought of John Coffey； saying he'd helped it； he'd helped it； hadn't he？ Like a snatch of song that won't leave your mind until it's damned good and ready。
Later； as I drove to the prison； I got to thinking that very soon we would have to start rehearsing for Delacroix's execution。 That thought led to how Percy was going to be out front this time； and I felt a shiver of dread。 I told myself to just go with it； one execution and we'd very likely be shut of Percy Wetmore for good 。。。 but still I felt that shiver； as if the infection I'd been suffering with wasn't gone at all； but had only switched locations； from boiling my groin to freezing my backbone。
7。
〃e on；〃 Brutal told Delacroix the following evening。 〃We're going for a little walk。 You and me and Mr。 Jingles。〃
Delacroix looked at him distrustfully； then reached down into the cigar box for the mouse。 He cupped it m the palm of one hand and looked at Brutal with narrowed eyes。
〃Whatchoo talking about？〃 he asked。
〃It's a big night for you and Mr。 Jingles；〃 Dean said； as he and Harry joined Brutal。 The chain of bruises around Dean's neck had gone an unpleasant yellow color； but at least he could talk again without sounding like a dog barking at a cat。 He looked at Brutal。 〃Think we ought to put the shackles on him； Brute？〃
Brutal appeared to consider。 〃Naw；〃 he said at last。 〃He's gonna be good； ain't you； Del？ You and the mouse； both。 After all； you're gonna be showin off for some high muck…a…mucks tonight。〃
Percy and I were standing up by the duty desk； watching this； Percy with his arms folded and a small； contemptuous smile on his lips。 After a bit； he took out his horn b and went to work on his hair with it。 John Coffey was watching； too； standing silently at the bars of his cell。 Wharton was lying on his bunk； staring up at the ceiling and ignoring the whole show。 He was still 〃being good；〃 although what he called good was what the docs at Briar Ridge called catatonic。 And there was one other person there； as well。 He was tucked out of sight in my office； but his skinny shadow fell out the door and onto the Green Mile。
〃What dis about； you gran' 'fou？〃 Del asked querulously； drawing his feet up on the bunk as Brutal undid the double locks on his cell door and ran it open。 His eyes flicked back and forth among the three of them。
〃Well； I tell you；〃 Brutal said。 〃Mr。 Moores is gone for awhile … his wife is under the weather； as you may have heard。 So Mr。 Anderson is in charge； Mr。 Curtis Anderson。〃
〃Yeah？ What that。 got to do with me？〃
〃Well；〃 Harry said； 〃Boss Anderson's heard about your mouse； Del； and wants to see him perform。 He and about six other fellows are over in Admin； just waiting for you to show up。 Not just plain old bluesuit guards； either。 These are pretty big bugs； just like Brute said。 One of them； I believe； is a politician all the way from the state capital。〃
Delacroix swelled visibly at this； and I saw not so much as a single shred of doubt on his face。 Of course they wanted to see Mr。 Jingles； who would not？
He scrummed around； first under his bunk and then under his pillow。 He eventually found one of those big pink peppermints and the wildly colored spool。 He looked at Brutal questioningly； and Brutal nodded。
〃Yep。 It's the spool trick they're really wild to see； I guess； but the way he eats those mints is pretty damned cute； too。 And don't forget the cigar box。 You'll want it to carry him in； right？〃
Delacroix got the box and put Mr。 Jingles's props in it； but mouse he settled on the shoulder of his shirt。 Then he stepped out of his cell； his puffed…out chest leading the way； and regarded Dean and Harry。 〃You boys ing？〃
〃Naw；〃 Dean said。 〃Got other fish to fry。 But you knock em for a loop； Del … show em what happens when a Louisiana boy puts the hammer down and really goes to work。〃
〃You bet。〃 A smile shone out of his face； so sudden and so simple in its happiness that I felt my heart break for him a little； in spite of the terrible thing he had done。 What a world we live in … what a world！
Delacroix turned to John Coffey； with whom he had struck up a diffident friendship not much different from a hundred other deathhouse acquaintances I'd seen。
〃You knock em for a loop； Del；〃 Coffey said in a serious voice。 〃You show em all his tricks。〃
Delacroix nodded and held his hand up by his shoulder。 Mr。 Jingles stepped onto it like it was a platfor