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ortunate in our passions。
〃There are peppermint candies in the bag； too；〃 I said。 〃Canada Mints。 I think he still likes them … he won't stop sniffing； if I hold one out to him … but his digestion has gotten too bad to eat them。 I bring him toast； instead。〃
I squatted again； broke a small fragment off the piece I'd brought with me from the sunroom； and put it on the floor。 Mr。 Jingles sniffed at it； then picked it up in his paws and began to eat。 His tail was coiled neatly around him。 He finished； then looked expectantly up。
〃Sometimes us old fellas can surprise you with our appetites〃； I said to Elaine； and handed her the toast。 〃You try。〃
She broke off another fragment and dropped it on the floor。 Mr。 Jingles approached it； sniffed； looked at Elaine 。。。 then picked it up and began to eat。
〃You see？〃 I said。 〃He knows you're not a floater。
〃Where did he e from； Paul？〃
〃Haven't a clue。 One day when I went out for my early…morning walk； he was just here； lying on the kitchen steps。 I knew who he was right away； but I got a spool out of the laundry room occasional basket just to be sure。 And I got him a cigar box。 Lined it with the softest stuff I could find。 He's like us； Ellie； I think…most days just one big sore place。 Still； he hasn't lost all his zest for living。 He still likes his spool； and he still likes a visit from his old blockmate。 Sixty years I held the story of John Coffey inside me； sixty and more； and now I've told
