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ime　for　most　of　them；　but　I　didn't　say　that。　〃Sometimes　we　play　the　radio；　if　all's　in　order。　You　like　the　radio？〃

He　nodded；　but　doubtfully；　as　if　he　wasn't　sure　what　the　radio　was。　I　later　found　out　that　was　true；　in　a　way；　Coffey　knew　things　when　he　encountered　them　again；　but　in　between　he　forgot。　He　knew　the　characters　on　Our　Gal　Sunday；　but　had　only　the　haziest　memory　of　what　they'd　been　up　to　the　last　time。

〃If　you　behave；　you'll　eat　on　time；　you'll　never　see　the　solitary　cell　down　at　the　far　end；　or　have　to　wear　one　of　those　canvas　coats　that　buttons　up　the　back。　You'll　have　two　hours　in　the　yard　afternoons　from　four　until　six；　except　on　Saturdays　when　the　rest　of　the　prison　population　has　their　flag　football　games。　You'll　have　your　visitors　on　Sunday　afternoons；　if　you　have　someone　who　wants　to　visit　you。　Do　you；　Coffey？〃

He　shook　his　head。　〃Got　none；　boss；〃　he　said。

'Well；　your　lawyer；　then！'

〃I　believe　I've　seen　the　back　end　of　him；〃　he　said。　〃He　was　give　to　me　on　loan。　Don't　believe　he　could　find　his　way　up　here　in　the　mountains！'

I　looked　at　him　closely　to　see　if　he　might　be　trying　a　little　joke；　but　he　didn't　seem　to　be。　And　I　really　hadn't　expected　any　different。　Appeals　weren't　for　the　likes　of　John　Coffey；　not　back　then；　they　had　their　day　in　court　and　then　the　world　forgot　them　until　they　saw　a　squib　in　the　paper　saying　a　certain　fellow　had　taken　a　little　electricity　along　about　midnight。　But　a　man　with　a　wife；　children；　or　friends　to　look　forward　to　on　Sunday　afternoons　was　easier　to　control；　if　control　looked　to　be　a　problem。　Here　it　didn't；　and　that　was　good。　Because　he　was　so　damned　big。

I　shifted　a　little　on　the　bunk；　then　decided　I　might　feel　a　little　more　fortable　in　my　her　parts　if　I　stood　up；　an