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； at last； I began to feel really normal。 I trotted halfway back to where the Ford was parked and walked the rest of the way； my breath steaming in the chilly air。 When I got home； I told Janice that John Coffey had said he was ready； that he wanted to go。 She nodded； looking relieved。 Was she really？ I couldn't say。 Six hours before； even three； I would have known； but by then I didn't。 And that was good。 John had kept saying that he was tired； and now I could understand why。 It would have tired anyone out； what he had。 Would have made anyone long for rest and for quiet。
When Janice asked me why I looked so flushed and smelled so sweaty； I told her I had stopped the car on my way home and gone running for awhile； running hard。 I told her that much … as I may have said （there's too many pages here now for me to want to look back through and make sure）； lying wasn't much a part of our marriage … but I didn't tell her why。
And she didn't ask。
9。
There were no thunderstorms on the night it came John Coffey's turn to walk the Green Mile。 It was seasonably cold for those parts at that time of year； in the thirties； I'd guess； and a million stars spilled across used…up； picked…out fields where frost glittered on fenceposts and glowed like diamonds on the dry skeletons of July's corn。
Brutus Howell was out front for this one … he would do the capping and tell Van Hay to roll when it was time。 Bill Dodge was in with Van Hay。 And at around eleven…twe
