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〃You found another one； didn't you？〃 Brutal asked。 〃I found three or four。〃
I came down and shone the light on his big； outstretched palm。 Several splinters of wood were scattered there； like jackstraws for elves。 Two were yellow； like the one I had found。 One was green and one was red。 They hadn't been painted but colored； with wax Crayola crayons。
〃Oh； boy；〃 I said in a low； shaky voice。 〃Oh； hey。 It's pieces of that spool； isn't it？ But why？ Why up there？〃
〃When I was a kid I wasn't big like I am now；〃 Brutal said。 〃I got most of my growth between fifteen and seventeen。 Until then I was a shrimp。 And when I went off to school the first time； I felt as small as 。。。 why； as small as a mouse； I guess you'd say。 I was scared to death。 So you know what I did？〃
I shook my head。 Outside； the wind gusted again。 In the angles formed by the beams； cobwebs shook in feathery drafts； like rotted lace。 Never had I been in a place that felt so nakedly haunted； and it was right then； as we stood there looking down at the splintered remains of the spool which had caused so much trouble； that my head began to know what my heart had understood ever since John Coffey had walked the Green Mile： I couldn't do this job much longer。 Depression； or no Depression； I couldn't watch many more men walk through my office to their deaths。 Even one more might be too many。
〃I asked my mother for one of her hankies；〃 Brutal said。 〃So when I felt weepy and small； I could s
