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h； I think； but don't hold me to that。 That was the day I found the piece of paper I'd been dreading on the middle of my desk： the DOE on John Coffey。 Curtis Anderson had signed it instead of Hal Moores； but of course it was just as legal either way； and of course it had needed to go through Hal in order to get to me。 I could imagine Hal sitting at his desk in Administration with that piece of paper in his hand； sitting there and thinking of his wife； who had bee something of a nine days； wonder to the doctors at Indianola General Hospital。 She'd had her own DOE papers handed to her by those doctors； but John Coffey had tom them up。 Now； however； it was Coffey's turn to walk the Green Mile； and who among us could stop it？ Who among us would stop it？
The date on the death warrant was November 20th。 Three days after I got it … the fifteenth； I think I had Janice call me in sick。 A cup of coffee later I was driving north in my badly sprung but otherwise reliable Ford。 Janice had kissed me on my way and wished me good luck； I'd thanked her but no longer had any clear idea what good luck would be … finding what I was looking for or not finding it。 All I knew for sure is that I didn't feel much like singing as I drove。 Not that day。
By three that afternoon I was well up in the ridge country。 I got to the Purdom County Courthouse just before it closed； looked at some records； then had a visit from the Sheriff； who had been informed by the county clerk that a stranger w
