第62部分

請關閉瀏覽器的閱讀/暢讀/小說模式並且關閉廣告遮蔽過濾功能，避免出現內容無法顯示或者段落錯亂。

〃　Elaine　said　coldly。　〃Get　out　right　now。'

〃Don't　you　tell　me　to　get　out；　you　wrinkledy　old　bitch；〃　he　said；　still　smiling。　〃Maybe　you　can　tell　me　that　up　the　hill；　but　you　ain't　tip　the　hill　now。　This　ain't　where　you're　supposed　to　be。　This　is　off…limits。　Little　love…nest；　Paulie？　Is　that　what　you　got　here？　Kind　of　a　Playboy　pad　for　the　geriatric。。。〃　His　eyes　widened　as　he　at　last　saw　the　shed's　tenant。　〃What　the　fuck？〃

I　didn't　turn　to　look。　I　knew　what　was　there；　for　one　thing；　for　another；　the　past　had　suddenly　doubled　over　the　present；　making　one　terrible　image；　three…dimensional　in　its　reality。　It　wasn't　Brad　Dolan　standing　there　in　the　doorway　but　Percy　Wetmore。　In　another　moment　he　would　rush　into　the　shed　and　crush　Mr。　Jingles　（who　no　longer　had　a　hope　of　outrunning　him）　under　his　shoe；　and　this　time　there　was　no　John　Coffey　to　bring　him　back　from　the　edge　of　death。　Any　more　than　there　had　been　a　John　Coffey　when　I　needed　him　on　that　rainy　day　in　Alabama。

I　got　to　my　feet；　not　feeling　any　ache　in　my　joints　or　muscles　this　time；　and　rushed　toward　Dolan。　〃Leave　him　alone！〃　I　yelled。　〃You　leave　him　alone；　Percy；　or　by　God　I'll　〃

〃Who　you　callin　Percy？〃　he　asked；　and　pushed　me　back　so　hard　I　almost　fell　over。　Elaine　grabbed　me；　although　it　must　have　hurt　her　to　do　so；　and　steadied　me。　〃Ain't　the　first　time　you　done　it；　either。　And　stop　peein　in　your　pants。　I　ain't　gonna　touch　im。　Don't　need　to。　That's　one　dead　rodent。〃

I　turned；　thinking　that　Mr。　Jingles　was　only　lying　on　his　side　to　catch　his　breath；　the　way　he　sometimes　did。　He　was　on　his　side；　all　right；　but　that　rippling　motion　through　his　fur　had　stopped。　I　tried　to　convince　myself　that　I　could　still　see　it；　and　then　Elaine　burst　into　loud　sobs。　She　bent　painfully；　and　picked