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'm a little afraid to； I can't lie about that； but 。。。 all right。 Where will you be？〃
I stood up； stretched； listened to my spine crackle in my back。 One thing that I knew for sure was that I was sick to death of the sunroom。 〃Out on the croquet course。 There's still something I want to show you； and it's in that direction。〃
〃Is it 。。。 scary？〃 In her timid look I saw the little girl she had been back when men wore straw boaters in the summer and raccoon coats in the winter。
〃No〃； I said； smiling。 〃Not scary。〃
〃All right。〃 She took the pages。 〃I'm going to take these down to my room。 I'll see you out on the croquet course around。。。〃 She riffled the manuscript； estimating。 〃Four？ Is that all right？〃
〃Perfect；〃 I said； thinking of the too…curious Brad Dolan。 He would be gone by then。
She reached out； gave my arm a little squeeze； and left the room。 I stood where I was for a moment； looking down at the table； taking in the fact that it was bare again except for the breakfast tray Elaine had brought me that morning； my scattered papers at last gone。 I somehow couldn't believe I was done 。。。 and as you can see； since all this was written after I recorded John Coffey's execution and gave the last batch of pages to Elaine； I was not。 And even then； part of me knew why。
Alabama。
I filched the last piece of cold toast off the tray； went downstairs； and out onto the croquet course。 There I sat in the sun； watching half a dozen pair
