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〃John！〃 I screamed。 〃Oh John ； please help me！ Please help Janice！〃
Rain ran into my eyes。 I blinked it away； and he was gone。 I could see the shadows I had mistaken for John 。。。 but it hadn't been only shadows。 I'm sure of that。 He was there。 Maybe only as a ghost； but he was there； the rain on his face mixing with the endless flow of his tears。
She died in my arms； there in the rain beside that fertilizer truck with the smell of burning diesel fuel in my nose。 There was no moment of awareness … the eyes clearing； the lips moving in some whispered final declaration of love。 There was a kind of shivery clench in the flesh beneath my hands； and then she was gone。 I thought of Melinda Moores for the first time in years； then； Melinda sitting up in the bed where all the doctors at Indianola General Hospital had believed she would die； Melinda Moores looking fresh and rested and peering at John Coffey with bright； wondering eyes。 Melinda saying I dreamed you were wandering in the dark； and so was I。 We found each other。
I put my wife's poor； mangled head down on the wet pavement of the interstate highway； got to my feet （it was easy； I had a little cut on the side of my left hand； but that was all）； and screamed his name into the shadows of the underpass。
〃John！ JOHN COFFEY！ WHERE ARE YOU； BIG BOY？〃
I walked toward those shadows； kicking aside a teddy…bear with blood on its fur； a pair of steel rimmed eyeglasses with one shattered lens； a severe
