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at you got here？ Kind of a Playboy pad for the geriatric。。。〃 His eyes widened as he at last saw the shed's tenant。 〃What the fuck？〃
I didn't turn to look。 I knew what was there； for one thing； for another； the past had suddenly doubled over the present； making one terrible image； three…dimensional in its reality。 It wasn't Brad Dolan standing there in the doorway but Percy Wetmore。 In another moment he would rush into the shed and crush Mr。 Jingles （who no longer had a hope of outrunning him） under his shoe； and this time there was no John Coffey to bring him back from the edge of death。 Any more than there had been a John Coffey when I needed him on that rainy day in Alabama。
I got to my feet； not feeling any ache in my joints or muscles this time； and rushed toward Dolan。 〃Leave him alone！〃 I yelled。 〃You leave him alone； Percy； or by God I'll 〃
〃Who you callin Percy？〃 he asked； and pushed me back so hard I almost fell over。 Elaine grabbed me； although it must have hurt her to do so； and steadied me。 〃Ain't the first time you done it； either。 And stop peein in your pants。 I ain't gonna touch im。 Don't need to。 That's one dead rodent。〃
I turned； thinking that Mr。 Jingles was only lying on his side to catch his breath； the way he sometimes did。 He was on his side； all right； but that rippling motion through his fur had stopped。 I tried to convince myself that I could still see it； and then Elaine burst into loud sobs。 She bent painfully； and picked
