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It's　that　John　Coffey　I'd　have　you　keep　to　one　side　of　your　mind　while　I　finish　catching　up　to　where　I　started　…　that　John　Coffey　lying　on　his　bunk；　that　John　Coffey　who　was　afraid　of　the　dark　perhaps　with　good　reason；　for　in　the　dark　might　not　two　shapes　with　blonde　curls　…　no　longer　little　girls　but　avenging　harpies　…　be　waiting　for　him？　That　John　Coffey　whose　eyes　were　always　streaming　tears；　like　blood　from　a　wound　that　can　never　heal。　
7。　
So　The　Chief　burned　and　The　President　walked　…　as　far　as　C　Block；　anyway；　which　was　home　to　most　of　Cold　Mountain's　hundred　and　fifty　lifers。　Life　for　The　Pres　turned　out　to　be　twelve　years。　He　was　drowned　in　the　prison　laundry　in　1944。　Not　the　Cold　Mountain　prison　laundry；　Cold　Mountain　closed　in　1933。　I　don't　suppose　it　mattered　much　to　the　inmates　…　wars　is　walls；　as　the　cons　say；　and　Old　Sparky　was　every　bit　as　lethal　in　his　own　little　stone　death　chamber；　I　reckon；　as　he'd　ever　been　in　the　storage　room　at　Cold　Mountain。　
As　for　The　Pres；　someone　shoved　him　face…first　into　a　vat　of　dry…cleaning　fluid　and　held　him　there。　When　the　guards　pulled　him　out　again；　his　face　was　almost　entirely　gone。　They　had　to　ID　him　by　his　fingerprints。　On　the　whole；　he　might　have　been　better　off　with　Old　Sparky　。。。　but　then　he　never　would　have　had　those　extra　twelve　years；　would　he？　I　doubt　he　thought　much　about　them；　though；　in　the　last　minute　or　so　of　his　life；　when　his　lungs　were　trying　to　learn　how　to　breathe　Hexlite　and　lye　cleanser。　
They　never　caught　whoever　did　for　him。　By　then　I　was　out　of　the　corrections　line　of　work；　but　Harry　Terwilliger　wrote　and　told　me。　〃He　got　muted　mostly　because　he　was　white；〃　Harry　wrote；　〃but　he　got　it　in　the　end；　just　the　same。　I　just　think　of　it　as　a　long　stay　of　execution　that　finally　ran　out。〃　
There　e　for　us　in　E　Block；　once　The　Pres　was　gone。　Harry　and　Dean　were　temporarily　reassigned；　and　it　was　just　me；　Brutal；　and　Percy　on　the　Green　Mile　for　a　little　bit。　Which　actually　meant　just　me　and　Brutal；　because　Percy　kept　pretty　much　to　himself。　I　tell　you；　that　young　man　was　a　genius　at　finding　things　not　to　do。　And　every　so　often　（but　only　when　Percy　wasn't　around）；　the　other　guys　would　show　up　to　have　what　Harry　liked　to　call　〃a　good　gab。〃　On　many　of　these　occasions　the　mouse　would　also　show　up。　We'd　feed　him　and　he'd　sit　there　eating；　just　as　solemn　as　Solomon；　watching　us　with　his　bright　little　oilspot　eyes。　
That　was　a　good　few　weeks；　calm　and　easy　even　with　Percy's　more　than　occasional　carping。　But　all　good　things　e　to　an　end；　and　on　a　rainy　Monday　in　late　July　…　have　I　told　you　how　rainy　and　dank　that　summer　was？　…　I　found　myself　sitting　on　the　bunk　of　an　open　cell　and　waiting　for　Eduard　Delacroix。　
He　came　with　an　unexpected　bang。　The　door　leading　into　the　exercise　yard　slammed　open；　letting　in　a　
flood　of　light；　there　was　a　confused　rattle　of　chains；　a　frightened　voice　babbling　away　in　a　mixture　of　English　and　Cajun　French　（a　patois　the　cons　at　Cold　Mountain　used　to　call　da　bayou）；　and　Brutal　hollering；　〃Hey！　Quit　it！　For　Chrissakes！　Quit　it；　Percy！〃　
I　had　been　half…dozing　on　what　was　to　bee　Delacroix's　bunk；　but　I　was　up　in　a　hurry；　my　heart　slugging　away　hard　in　my　chest。　Noise　of　that　kind　on　E　Block　almost　never　happened　until　Percy　came；　he　brought　it　along　with　him　like　a　bad　smell。　
〃e　on；　you　fuckin　French…fried　faggot！〃　Percy　yelled；　ignoring　Brutal　pletely。　And　here　he　came；　dragging　a　guy　not　much　bigger　than　a　bowling　pin　by　one　arm。　In　his　other　hand；　Percy　had　his　baton。　His　teeth　were　bared　in　a　strained　grimace；　and　his　face　was　bright　red。　Yet　he　did　not　look　entirely　unhappy。　Delacroix　was　trying　to　keep　up　with　him；　but　he　had　the　legirons　on；　and　no　matter　how　fast　he　shuffled　his　feet；　Percy　pulled　him　along　faster。　I　sprang　out　of　the　cell　just　in　time　to　catch　him　as　he　fell；　and　that　was　how　Del　and　I　were　introduced。　
Percy　rounded　on　him；　baton　raised；　and　I　held　him　back　with　one　arm。　Brutal　came　puffing　up　to　us；　looking　as　shocked　and　nonplussed　by　all　this　as　I　felt。　
〃Don't　let　him　hit　me　no　mo；　m'sieu；〃　Delacroix　babbled。　〃S'il　vous　plait；　s'il　vous　plait！〃　
〃Let　me　at　im；　let　me　at　im！〃　Percy　cried；　lunging　forward。　He　began　to　hit　at　Delacroix's　shoulders　with　his　baton。　Delacroix　held　his　arms　up；　screaming；　and　the　stick　went　whap…whap…whap　against　the　sleeves　of　his　blue　prison　shirt。　I　saw　him　that　night　with　the　shirt　off；　and　that　boy　had　bruises　from　Christmas　to　Easter。　Seeing　them　made　me　feel　bad。　He　was　a　murderer；　and　nobody's　darling；　but　that's　not　the　way　we　did　things　on　E　Block。　Not　until　Percy　came；　anyhow。　
〃Whoa！　Whoa！〃　I　roared。　〃Quit　that！　What's　it　all　about；　anyway？〃　I　was　trying　to　get　my　body　in　between　Delacroix's　and　Percy's；　but　it　wasn't　working　very　well。　Percy's　club　continued　to　flail　away；　now　on　one　side　of　me　and　now　on　the　other。　Sooner　or　later　he　was　going　to　bring　one　down　on　me　instead　of　on　his　intended　target；　and　then　there　was　going　to　be　a　brawl　right　here　in　this　corridor；　no　matter　who　his　relations　were。　I　wouldn't　be　able　to　help　myself；　and　Brutal　was　apt　to　join　in。　In　some　ways；　you　know；　I　wish　we'd　done　it。　It　might　have　changed　some　of　the　things　that　happened　later　on。　
〃Fucking　faggot！　I'll　teach　you　to　keep　your　hands　off　me；　you　lousy　bum…puncher！〃　
Whap！　Whap！　Whap！　And　now　Delacroix　was　bleeding　from　one　ear　and　screaming。　I　gave　up　trying　to　shield　him；　grabbed　him　by　one　shoulder；　and　hurled　him　into　his　cell；　where　he　went　sprawling　on　the　bunk。　Percy　darted　around　me　and　gave　him　a　final　hard　whap　on　the　butt　…　one　to　go　on；　you　could　say。　Then　Brutal　grabbed　him　…　Percy　…　I　mean　…　by　the　shoulders　and　hauled　him　across　the　corridor。　
I　grabbed　the　cell　door　and　ran　it　shut　on　its　tracks。　Then　I　turned　to　Percy；　my　shock　and　bewilderment　at　war　with　pure　fury。　Percy　had　been　around　about　several　months　at　that　point；　long　enough　for　all　of　us　to　decide　we　didn't　like　him　very　much；　but　that　was　the　first　time　I　fully　understood　how　out　of　control　he　was。　
He　stood　watching　me；　not　entirely　without　fear　…　he　was　a　coward　at　heart；　I　never　had　any　doubt　of　that　…　but　still　confident　that　his　connections　would　protect　him。　In　that　he　was　correct。　I　suspect　there　are　people　who　wouldn't　understand　why　that　was；　even　after　all　I've　said；　but　they　would　be　people　who　only　know　the　phrase　Great　Depression　from　the　history　books。　If　you　were　there；　it　was　a　lot　more　than　a　phrase　in　a　book；　and　if　you　had　a　steady　job；　brother；　you'd　do　almost　anything　to　keep　it。　
The　color　was　fading　out　of　Percy's　face　a　little　by　then；　but　his　cheeks　were　still　flushed；　and　his　hair；　which　was　usually　swept　back　and　gleaming　with　brilliantine；　had　tumbled　over　his　forehead。　
〃What　in　the　Christ　was　that　all　about？〃　I　asked。　〃I　have　never　…　I　have　never！　…　had　a　prisoner　beaten　onto　my　block　before！〃　
〃Little　fag　bastard　tried　to　cop　my　joint　when　I　pulled　him　out　of　the　van；〃　Percy　said。　〃He　had　it　ing；　and　I'd　do　it　again。〃　
I　looked　at　him；　too　flabbergasted　for　words。　I　couldn't　imagine　the　most　predatory　homosexual　on　God's　green　earth　doing　what　Percy　had　just　described。　Preparing　to　move　into　a　crossbar　apartment　on　the　Green　Mile　did　not；　as　a　rule；　put　even　the　most　deviant　of　prisoners　in　a　sexy　mood。　
I　looked　back　at　Delacroix；　cowering　on　his　bunk　with　his　arms　still　up　to　protect　his　face。　There　were　cuffs　on　his　wrists　and　a　chain　running　between　his　ankles。　Then　I　turned　to　Percy　〃Get　out　of　here；〃　I　said。　〃I'll　want　to　talk　to　you　later。〃　
〃Is　this　going　to　be　in　your　report？〃　he　demanded　truculently。　〃Because　if　it　is；　I　can　make　a　report　of　my　own；　you　know。〃　
I　didn't　want　to　make　a　report；　I　only　wanted　him　out　of　my　sight。　I　told　him　so。　
〃The　matter's　closed；〃　I　finished。　I　saw　Brutal　looking　at　me　disapprovingly；　but　ignored　it。　〃Go　on；　get　out　of　here。　Go　over　to　Admin　and　tell　them　you're　supposed　to　read　letters　and　help　in　the　package　room。〃　
〃Sure。〃　He　had　his　posure　back；　or　the　crackheaded　arrogance　that　served　him　as　posure。　He　brushed　his　hair　back　from　his　forehead　with　his　hands　…　soft　and　white　and　small；　the　hands　of　a　girl　in　her　early　teens；　you　would　have　thought　…　and　then　approached　the　cell。