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God saw fit to bestow that day。
〃Do you have a name？〃 MeGee asked。
〃John Coffey；〃 he said in a thick and tear…clotted voice。 〃Coffey like the drink； only not spelled the same way。〃
McGee nodded； then pointed a thumb at the chest pocket of Coffey's jumper； which was bulging。 It looked to McGee like it might have been a gun … not that a man Coffey's size would need a gun to do some major damage； if he decided to go off。 〃What's that in there； John Coffey？ Is that maybe a heater？ A pistol？〃
〃Nosir；〃 Coffey said in his thick voice； and those strange eyes … welling tears and agonized on top； distant and weirdly serene underneath； as if the true John Coffey was somewhere else； looking out on some other landscape where murdered little girls were nothing to get all worked up about …never left Deputy McGee's。 〃That's just a little lunch I have。〃
〃Oh； now； a little lunch； is that right？〃 McGee asked； and Coffey nodded and said yessir with his eyes running and dear snot…runners hanging out of his nose。 〃And where did the likes of you get a little lunch； John Coffey？〃 Forcing himself to be calm； although he could smell the girls by then； and could see the flies lighting and sampling the places on them that were wet。 It was their hair that was the worst； he said later 。。。 and this wasn't in any newspaper story； it was considered too grisly for family reading。 No； this I got from the reporter who wrote the story； Mr。 Hammersmith。 I looked him up later on；
