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d brown skull gleaming； his hands swinging at his sides。 After a moment we followed him； me first； Brutal and Hal side by side； and Harry bringing up the rear。 I understood one thing perfectly well： it was all out of our hands now； and in John's。
8。
The woman in the back bedroom； propped up against the headboard and staring wall…eyed at the giant who had e into her muddled sight； didn't look at all like the Melly Moores I had known for twenty years； she didn't even look like the Melly Moores Janice and I had visited shortly before Delacroix's execution。 The woman propped up in that bed looked like a sick child got up as a Halloween witch。 Her livid skin was a hanging dough of wrinkles。 It was puckered up around the eye on the right side； as if she were trying to wink。 That same side of her mouth turned down； one old yellow eyetooth hung out over her liverish lower lip。 Her hair was a wild thin fog around her skull。 The room stank of the stuff our bodies dispose of with such decorum when things are running right。 The chamberpot by her bed was half full of some vile yellowish goo。 We had e too late anyway； I thought； horrified。 It had only been a matter of days since she had been recognizable … sick but still herself Since then； the thing in her head must have moved with horrifying speed to consolidate its position。 I didn't think even John Coffey could help her now。
Her expression when Coffey entered was one of fear and horror … as if something inside her had recognized a doctor that might be able to get at it and pry it loose； after all 。。。 to sprinkle salt on it the way you do on a leech to make it let go its grip。 Hear me carefully： I'm not saying that Melly Moores was possessed； and I'm aware that； wrought up as I was； all my perceptions of that night must be suspect。 But I have never pletely discounted the possibility of demonic possession； either。 There was something in her eyes； I tell you； something that looked like fear。 On that I think you can trust me； it's an emotion I've seen too much of to mistake。
Whatever it was； it was gone in a hurry； replaced by a look of lively； irrational interest。 That unspeakable mouth trembled in what might have been a smile。
〃Oh； so big！〃 she cried。 She sounded like a little girl just ing down with a bad throat infection。 She took her hands …as spongy…white as her face … out from under the counterpane and patted them together。 〃Pull down your pants！ I've heard about nigger…cocks my whole life but never seen one！〃
Behind me； Moores made a soft groaning sound； full of despair。
John Coffey paid no attention to any of it。 After standing still for a moment； as if to observe her from a little distance； he crossed to the bed； which was illuminated by a single bedside lamp。 It threw a bright circle of light on the white counterpane drawn up to the lace at the throat of her nightgown。 Beyond the bed； in shadow； I saw the chaise longue which belonged in the parlor。 An afghan Melly had knitted with her own hands in happier days lay half on the chaise and half on the floor。 It was here Hal had been sleeping … dozing； at least … when we pulled in。
As John approached； her expression underwent a third change。 Suddenly I saw Melly； whose kindness had meant so much to me over the years； and even more to Janice when the kids had flown from the nest and she had been left feeling so alone and useless and blue。 Melly was still interested； but now her interest seemed sane and aware。
〃Who are you？〃 she asked in a clear； reasonable voice。 〃And why have you so many scars on your hands and arms？ Who hurt you so badly？〃
〃I don't hardly remember where they all e from； ma'am；〃 John Coffey said in a humble voice； and sat down beside her on her bed。
Melinda smiled as well as she could … the sneering right side of her mouth trembled； but e up。 She touched a white scar； curved like a scimitar； on the back of his left hand。 〃What a blessing that is！ Do you understand why？〃
〃Reckon if you don't know who hurt you or dog you down； it don't keep you up nights；〃 John Coffey said in his almost…Southern voice。
She laughed at that； the sound as pure as silver in the bad…smelling sickroom。 Hal was beside me now； breathing rapidly but not trying to interfere。 When Melly laughed； his rapid breathing paused for a moment； indrawn； and one of his big hands gripped my shoulder。 He gripped it hard enough to leave a bruise … I saw it the next day … but right then I hardly felt it。
〃What's your name？〃 she asked。
〃John Coffey； ma'am。〃
〃Coffey like the drink。〃
〃Yes； ma'am； only spelled different。〃
She lay back against her pillows； propped up but not quite sitting up； looking at him。 He sat beside her； looking back； and the light from the lamp circled them like they were actors on a stage … the hulking black man in the prison overall and the small dying white woman。 She stared into John's eyes with shining fascination。
〃Ma'am？〃
〃Yes； John Coffey？〃 The words barely breathed； barely slipping to us on the bad…smelling； air。 I felt the muscles bunching on my arms and legs and back。 Somewhere； far away； I could feel the warden clutching my arm； and to the side of my vision I could see Harry and Brutal with their arms around each other； like little kids lost in the night。 Something was going to happen。 Something big。 We each felt it in our own way。
John Coffey bent closer to her。 The springs of the bed creaked； the bedclothes rustled； and the coldly smiling moon looked in through an upper pane of the bedroom window。 Coffey's bloodshot eyes searched her upturned haggard face。
〃O； I see it；〃 he said。 Speaking not to her … I don't think so； anyway … but to himself。 〃I see it； and I can help。 Hold still 。。。 hold right still 。。 。〃
Closer he bent； and closer still。 For a moment his huge face stopped less than two inches from hers。 He raised one hand off to the side； fingers splayed； as if telling something to wait 。。。 just wait 。。。 and then he lowered his face again。 His broad； smooth lips pressed against hers and forced them open。 For a moment I could see one of her eyes； staring up past Coffey； filling with an expression of what seemed to be surprise。 Then his smooth bald head moved； and that was gone； too。
There was a soft whistling sound as he inhaled the air which lay deep within her lungs。 That was all for a second or two； and then the floor moved under us and the whole house moved around us。 It wasn't my imagination； they all felt it； they all remarked on it later。 It was a kind of rippling thump。 There was a crash as something very heavy fell over in the parlor … the grandfather clock； it turned out to be。 Hal Moores tried to have it repaired； but it never kept time for more than fifteen minutes at a stretch again。
Closer by there was a crack followed by a tinkle as the pane of glass through which the moon had been peeking broke。 A picture on the wall … a clipper ship cruising one of the seven seas … fell off its hook and crashed to the floor； the glass over its front shattered。
I smelled something hot and saw smoke rising from the bottom of the white counterpane which covered her。 A portion was turning black； down by the jittering lump that was her right foot。 Feeling li