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climb down out of that…ere apple tree。 〃You ain't suppose to be in there wit no one else on the block。〃
I looked at John Coffey； who sat on the bunk with his huge hands on the tree stumps of his knees。 John Coffey looked back at me。 He had to tilt his head up a little； but not much。
〃What did you do； big boy？〃 I asked in a low voice。 〃What did you do to me？〃
〃Helped；〃 he said。 〃I helped it； didn't I？〃
〃Yeah； I guess； but how？ How did you help it？〃
He shook his head … right； left； back to dead center。 He didn't know how he'd helped it （how he'd cured it） and his placid face suggested that he didn't give a rat's ass … any more than I'd give a rat's ass about the mechanics of running when I was leading in the last fifty yards of a Fourth of July Two…Miler。 I thought about asking him how he'd known I was sick in the first place； except that would undoubtedly have gotten the same headshake。 There's a phrase I read somewhere and never forgot； something about 〃an enigma wrapped in a mystery。〃 That's what John Coffey was； and I suppose the only reason he could sleep at night was because he didn't care。 Percy called him the ijit； which was cruel but not too far off the mark。 Our big boy knew his name； and knew it wasn't spelled like the drink； and that was just about all he cared to know。
As if to emphasize this for me； he shook his head m that deliberate way one more time； then lay down on his bunk with his hands clasped under his left cheek
