第48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。

　and　I'll　mind　mine　was　what　I'd　told　Delacroix　。。。　except　it　had　been　Coffey　who'd　been　minding　my　business；　just　as　he　was　minding　Hal　Moores's　now。

〃We　think　he　can；〃　Brutal　said。　〃And　we　didn't　risk　our　jobs　…　plus　a　stretch　in　the　can　ourselves；　maybe　…　just　to　get　here　and　turn　around　and　go　back　without　giving　it　the　old　college　try。〃

Only　I　had　been　ready　to　do　just　that　three　minutes　before。　Brutal；　too。

John　Coffey　took　the　play　out　of　our　hands。　He　pushed　into　the　entry　and　past　Moores；　who　raised　a　single　strengthless　hand　to　stop　him　（it　trailed　across　Coffey's　hip　and　fell　off；　I'm　sure　the　big　man　never　even　felt　it）；　and　then　shuffled　down　the　hall　toward　the　living　room；　the　kitchen　beyond　it；　and　the　back　bedroom　beyond　that　where　that　shrill　unrecognizable　voice　raised　itself　again：　〃You　stay　out　of　here！

〃Whoever　you　are；　just　stay　out！　I'm　not　dressed；　my　tits　are　out　and　my　bitchbox　is　taking　the　breeze！〃

John　paid　no　attention；　just　went　stolidly　along；　head　bent　so　he　wouldn't　smash　any　of　the　light　fixtures；　his　round　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。

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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。