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the rules。 What would life be without rules？ Paulie； Paulie； Paulie。〃 He shook his head； as if just looking at me made him feel sorry to be alive。 〃You probably think an old fart like you doesn't have to mind about the rules anymore； but that's just not true。 Paulie。〃
Smiling at me。 Disliking me。 Maybe even hating me。 And why？ I don't know。 Sometimes there is no why。 That's the scary part。
〃Well； I'm sorry if I broke the rules；〃 I said。 It came out sounding whiney； a little shrill； and I hated myself for sounding that way； but I'm old； and old people whine easily。 Old people scare easily。
Brad nodded。 〃Apology accepted。 Now go hang that back up。 You got no business out walking in the rain； anyway。 Specially not in those woods。 What if you were to slip and fall and break your damned hip？ Huh？ Who do you think'd have to hoss your elderly freight back up the hill？〃
〃I don't know；〃 I said。 I just wanted to get away from him。 The more I listened to him； the more he sounded like Percy。 William Wharton； the crazyman who came to the Green Mile in the fall of ‘32； once grabbed Percy and scared him so bad that Percy squirted in his pants。 You talk about this to anyone； Percy told the rest of us afterward； and you'll all be on the breadlines in a week。 Now； these many years later； I could almost hear Brad Dolan saying those same words； in that same tone of voice。 It's as if； by writing about those old times； I have unlocked some unspeakable door that connect
