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〃And　the　spool？〃　I　asked。　〃How　did　you　know　to　fetch　that　for　him；　Eddie？〃　
〃He　whisper　in　my　ear　that　he　want　it；〃　Delacroix　said　serenely。　〃Same　as　he　whisper　his　name。〃　
Delacroix　showed　all　the　other　guys　his　mouse's　trick　。。。　all　except　Percy。　To　Delacroix；　it　didn't　matter　that　Percy　had　suggested　the　cigar　box　and　procured　the　cotton　with　which　to　line　it。　Delacroix　was　like　some　dogs：　kick　them　once　and　they　never　trust　you　again；　no　matter　how　nice　you　are　to　them。　
I　can　hear　Delacroix　now；　yelling；　Hey；　you　guys！　e　and　see　what　Mr。　Jingles　can　do！　And　them　going　down　in　a　bluesuit　cluster　…　Brutal；　Harry；　Dean；　even　Bill　Dodge。　All　of　them　had　been　properly　amazed；　too；　the　same　as　I　had　been。　
Three　or　four　days　after　Mr。　Jingles　started　doing　the　trick　with　the　spool；　Harry　Terwilliger　rummaged　through　the　arts　and　crafts　stuff　we　kept　in　the　restraint　room；　found　the　Crayolas；　and　brought　them　to　Delacroix　with　a　smile　that　was　almost　embarrassed。　〃I　thought　you　might　like　to　make　that　spool　different　colors；〃　he　said。　〃Then　your　little　pal'd　be　like　a　circus　mouse；　or　something。〃　
〃A　circus　mouse！〃　Delacroix　said；　looking　pletely；　rapturously　happy。　I　suppose　he　was　pletely　happy；　maybe　for　the　first　time　in　his　whole　miserable　life。　〃That　just　what　he　is；　too！　A　circus　mouse！　When　I　get　outta　here；　he　gonna　make　me　rich；　like　inna　circus！　You　see　if　he　don't。〃　
Percy　Wetmore　would　no　doubt　have　pointed　out　to　Delacroix　that　when　he　left　Cold　Mountain；　he'd　be　riding　in　an　ambulance　that　didn't　need　to　run　its　light　or　siren；　but　Harry　knew　better。　He　just　told　Delacroix　to　make　the　spool　as　colorful　as　he　could　as　quick　as　he　could；　because　he'd　have　to　take　the　crayons　back　after　dinner。　
Del　made　it　colorful；　all　right。　When　he　was　done；　one　end　of　the　spool　was　yellow；　the　other　end　was　green；　and　the　drum　in　the　middle　was　firehouse　red。　We　got　used　to　hearing　Delacroix　trumpet；　〃Maintenant；　m'sieurs　et　mesdames！　Le　cirque　presentement　le　mous'　amusant　et　amazeant！〃　That　wasn't　exactly　it；　but　it　gives　you　an　idea　of　that　stewpot　French　of　his。　Then　he'd　make　this　sound　way　down　in　his　throat　…　I　think　it　was　supposed　to　represent　a　drumroll　…　and　fling　the　spool。　Mr。　Jingles　would　be　after　it　in　a　flash；　either　nosing　it　back　or　rolling　it　with　his　paws。　That　second　way　really　was　something　you　would　have　paid　to　see　in　a　circus；　I　think。　Delacroix　and　his　mouse　and　his　mouse's　brightly　colored　spool　were　our　chief　amusements　at　the　time　that　John　Coffey　came　into　our　care　and　custody；　and　that　was　the　way　things　remained　for　awhile。　Then　my　urinary　infection；　which　had　lain　still　for　awhile；　came　back；　and　William　Wharton　arrived；　and　all　hell　broke　loose。　
10。　
The　dates　have　mostly　slipped　out　of　my　head。　I　suppose　I　could　have　my　granddaughter；　Danielle；　look　some　of　them　out　of　the　old　newspaper　files；　but　what　would　be　the　point？　The　most　important　of　them；　like　the　day　we　came　down　to　Delacroix's　cell　and　found　the　mouse　sitting　on　his　shoulder；　or　the　day　William　Wharton　came　on　the　block　and　almost　killed　Dean　Stanton；　would　not　be　in　the　papers；　anyway。　Maybe　it's　better　to　go　on　just　as　I　have　been；　in　the　end；　I　guess　the　dates　don't　matter　much；　if　you　can　remember　the　things　you　saw　and　keep　them　in　the　right　order。　
I　know　that　things　got　squeezed　together　a　little。　When　Delacroix's　DOE　papers　finally　came　to　me　from　Curtis　Anderson's　office；　I　was　amazed　to　see　that　our　Cajun　pal's　date　with　Old　Sparky　had　been　advanced　from　when　we　had　expected；　a　thing　that　was　almost　unheard　of；　even　in　those　days　when　you　didn't　have　to　move　half　of　heaven　and　all　the　earth　to　execute　a　man。　It　was　a　matter　of　two　days；　I　think；　from　the　twenty…seventh　of　October　to　the　twenty…fifth。　Don't　hold　me　to　it　exactly；　but　I　know　that's　close；　I　remember　thinking　that　Toot　was　going　to　get　his　Corona　box　back　even　sooner　than　he　had　expected。　
Wharton；　meanwhile；　got　to　us　later　than　expected。　For　one　thing；　his　trial　ran　longer　than　Anderson's　usually　reliable　sources　had　thought　it　would　（when　it　came　to　Wild　Billy；　nothing　was　reliable；　we　would　soon　discover；　including　our　time…tested　and　supposedly　foolproof　methods　of　prisoner　control）。　Then；　after　he　had　been　found　guilty　…　that　much；　at　least；　went　according　to　the　script　…　he　was　taken　to　Indianola　General　Hospital　for　tests。　He　had　had　a　number　of　supposed　seizures　during　the　trial；　twice　serious　enough　to　send　him　crashing　to　the　floor；　where　he　lay　shaking　and　flopping　and　drumming　his　feet　on　the　boards。　Wharton's　court…appointed　lawyer　claimed　he　suffered　from　〃epilepsy　spells〃　and　had　mitted　his　crimes　while　of　unsound　mind；　the　prosecution　claimed　the　fits　were　the　sham　acting　of　a　coward　desperate　to　save　his　own　life。　After　observing　the　so…called　〃epilepsy　spells〃　at　first　hand；　the　jury　decided　the　fits　were　an　act。　The　judge　concurred　but　ordered　a　series　of　pre…sentencing　tests　after　the　verdict　came　down。　God　knows　why；　perhaps　he　was　only　curious。　
It's　a　blue…eyed　wonder　that　Wharton　didn't　escape　from　the　hospital　（and　the　irony　that　Warden　Moore's　wife；　Melinda；　was　in　the　same　hospital　at　the　same　time　did　not　escape　any　of　us）；　but　he　didn't。　They　had　him　surrounded　by　guards；　I　suppose；　and　perhaps　he　still　had　hopes　of　being　declared　inpetent　by　reason　of　epilepsy；　if　there　is　such　a　thing。　
He　wasn't。　The　doctors　found　nothing　wrong　with　his　brain　…　physiologically；　at　least　…　and　Billy　〃the　Kid〃　Wharton　was　at　last　bound　for　Cold　Mountain。　That　might　have　been　around　the　sixteenth　or　the　eighteenth；　it's　my　recollection　that　Wharton　arrived　about　two　weeks　after　John　Coffey　and　a　week　or　ten　days　before　Delacroix　walked　the　Green　Mile。　
The　day　our　new　psychopath　joined　us　was　an　eventful　one　for　me。　I　woke　up　at　four　that　morning　with　my　groin　throbbing　and　my　penis　feeling　hot　and　clogged　and　swollen。　Even　before　I　swung　my　feet　out　of　bed；　I　knew　that　my　urinary　infection　wasn't　getting　better；　as　I　had　hoped。　It　had　been　a　brief　turn　for　the　better；　that　was　all；　and　it　was　over。　
I　went　out　to　the　privy　to　do　my　business　…　this　was　at　least　three　years　before　we　put　in　our　first　water…closet　…　and　had　gotten　no　further　than　the　woodpile　at　the　er　of　the　house　when　I　realized　I　couldn't　hold　it　any　longer。　I　lowered　my　pajama　pants　just　as　the　urine　started　to　flow；　and　that　flow　was　acpanied　by　the　most　excruciating。　pain　of　my　entire　life。　I　passed　a　gall…stone　in　1956；　and　I　know　people　say　that　is　the　worst；　but　that　gall…stone　was　like　a　touch　of　acid　indigestion　pared　to　this　outrage。　
My　knees　came　unhinged　and　I　fell　heavily　onto　them；　tearing　out　the　seat　of　my　pajama　pants　when　I　spread　my　legs　to　keep　from　losing　my　balance　and　going　face…first　into　a　puddle　of　my　own　piss。　I　still　might　have　gone　over　if　I　hadn't　grabbed　one　of　the　woodpile　logs　with　my　left　hand。　All　that；　though；　could　have　been　going　on　in　Australia；　or　even　on　another　pla。　All　I　was　concerned　with　was　the　pain　that　had　set　me　on　fire；　my　lower　belly　was　burning；　and　my　penis　…　an　organ　which　had　gone　mostly　forgotten　by　me　except　when　providing　me　the　most　intense　physical　pleasure　a　man　can　experience　…　now　felt　as　if　it　were　melting；　I　expected　to　look　down　and　see　blood　gushing　from　its　tip；　but　it　appeared　to　be　a　perfectly　ordinary　stream　of　urine。　
I　hung　onto　the　woodpile　with　one　hand　and　put　the　other　across　my　mouth；　concentrating　on　keeping　my　mouth　shut。　I　did　not　want　to　frighten　my　wife　awake　with　a　scream。　It　seemed　that　I　went　on　pissing　forever；　but　at　last　the　stream　dried　up。　By　then　the　pain　had　sunk　deep　into　my　stomach　and　my　testicles；　biting　like　rusty　teeth。　For　a　long　while　…　it　might　have　been　as　long　as　a　minute　…　I　was　physically　incapable　of　getting　up。　At　last　the　pain　began　to　abate；　and　I　struggled　to　my　feet。　I　looked　at　my　urine；　already　soaking　into　the　ground；　and　wondered　if　any　sane　God　could　make　a　world　where　such　a　little　bit　of　dampness　could　e　at　the　cost　of　such　horrendous　pain。　
I　would　call　in　sick；　I　thought；　and　go　see　Dr。　Sadler　after　all。　I　didn't　want　the　stink　and　the　queasiness　of　Dr。　Sadler's　sulfa　tablets；　but　anything　would　be　better　than　kneeling