w him。 Percy gave me a look that said we all knew I was an asshole （except for the big dummy； of course； who only knew how to rape and murder little girls）； but he didn't say anything。
The three of them stopped outside the cell door； which was standing open on its track。 I nodded to Harry； who said： 〃Are you sure you want to be in there with him； boss？〃 I didn't often hear Harry Terwilliger sound nervous … he'd been right there by my side during the riots of six or seven years before and had never wavered； even when the rumors that some of them had guns began to circulate … but he sounded nervous then。
〃Am I going to have any trouble with you； big boy？〃 I asked； sitting there on the bunk and trying not to look or sound as miserable as I felt…that urinary infection I mentioned earlier wasn't as bad as it eventually got； but it was no day at the beach； let me tell you。
Coffey shook his head slowly … once to the left； once to the right； then back to dead center。 Once his eyes found me； they never left me。
Harry had a clipboard with Coffey's forms on it in one hand。 〃Give it to him；〃 I said to Harry 〃Put it in his hand。〃
Harry did。 The big mutt took it like a sleepwalker。
〃Now bring it to me； big boy；〃 I said； and Coffey did； his chains jingling and rattling。 He had to duck his head just to enter the cell。
I looked up and down mostly to register his height as a fact and not an optical illusion。 It was real： six feet； eight inches。 His weight was given as two…eighty； but I think that was only an estimate； he had to have been three hundred and twenty； maybe as much as three hundred and fifty pounds。 Under the space for scars and identifying marks； one word had been blocked out in the laborious printing of Magnusson； the old trusty in Registration： Numerous。
I looked up。 Coffey had shuffled a bit to one side and I could see Harry standing across the corridor in front of Delacroix's cell … he was our only other prisoner in E Block when Coffey came in。 Del was a slight； balding man with the worried face of an accountant who knows his embezzlement will soon be discovered。 His tame mouse was sitting on his shoulder。
Percy Wetmore was leaning in the doorway of the cell which had just bee John Coffey's。 He had taken his hickory baton out of the custom…made holster he carried it in； and was tapping it against one palm the way a man does when he has a toy he wants to use。 And all at once I couldn't stand to have him there。 Maybe it was the unseasonable heat； maybe it was the urinary infection heating up my groin and making the itch of my flannel underwear all but unbearable； maybe it was knowing that the state had sent me a black man next door to an idiot to execute； and Percy clearly wanted to hand…tool him a little first。 Probably it was all those things。 Whatever it was； I stopped caring about his political connections for a little while。
〃Percy。〃 I said。 〃They're moving house over in the infirmary。〃
〃Bill Dodge is in charge of that detail…〃
〃I know he is；〃 I said。 〃Go and help him。〃
'That isn't my job；〃 Percy said。 〃This big lugoon is my job。〃 〃Lugoon〃 was Percy's joke name for the big ones … a bination of lug and goon。 He resented the big ones。 He wasn't skinny； like Harry Terwilliger； but he was short。 A banty…rooster sort of guy； the kind that likes to pick fights； especially when the odds are all their way。 And vain about his hair。 Could hardly keep his hands off it。
〃Then your job is done；〃 I said。 〃Get over to the infirmary。〃
His lower lip pooched out。 Bill Dodge and his men were moving boxes and stacks of sheets； even the beds； the whole infirmary was going to a new frame building over on the west side of the prison。 Hot work； heavy lifting。 Percy Wetmore wanted no part of either。
〃They got all the men they need；〃 he said。
〃Then get over there and straw…boss；〃 I said； raising my voice。 I saw Harry wince and paid no attention。 If the governor ordered Warden Moores to fire me for ruffling the wrong set of feathers； who was Hal Moores going to put in my place？ Percy？ It was a joke。 〃I really don't care what you do； Percy； as long as you get out of here for awhile！'
For a moment I thought he was going to stick and there'd be real trouble； with Coffey standing there the whole time like the world's biggest stopped clock。 Then Percy rammed his billy back into its hand…tooled holster…foolish damned vanitorious thing … and went stalking up the corridor。 I don't remember which guard was sitting at the duty desk that day…one of the floaters； I guess … but Percy must not have liked the way he looked； because he growled； 〃You wipe that smirk off your shitepoke face or I'll wipe it off for you〃 as he went by。 There was a rattle of keys； a momentary blast of hot sunlight from the exercise yard； and then Percy Wetmore was gone； at least for the time being。 Delacroix's mouse ran back and forth from one of the little Frenchman's shoulders to the other； his filament whiskers twitching。
〃Be still； Mr。 Jingles；〃 Delacroix said； and the mouse stopped on his left shoulder just as if he had understood。 〃Just be so still and so quiet。〃 In Delacroix's lilting Cajun accent； quiet came out sounding exotic and foreign … kwaht。
〃You go lie down； Del；〃 I said curtly。 〃Take you a rest。 This is none of your business； either！'
He did as I said。 He had raped a young girl and killed her； and had then dropped her body behind the apartment house where she lived； doused it with coal…oil； and then set it on fire； hoping in some muddled way to dispose of the evidence of his crime。 The fire had spread to the building itself； had engulfed it； and six more people had died； two of them children。 It was the only crime he had in him； and now he was just a mild…mannered man with a worried face； a bald pate； and long hair straggling over the back of his shirt…collar。 He would sit down with Old Sparky in a little while； and Old Sparky would make an end to him 。。。 but whatever it was that had done that awful thing was already gone； and now he lay on his bunk； letting his little panion run squeaking over his hands。 In a way； that was the worst； Old Sparky never burned what was inside them； and the drugs they inject them with today don't put it to sleep。 It vacates； jumps to someone else； and leaves us to kill husks that aren't really alive anyway。
I turned my attention to the giant。
〃If I let Harry take those chains off you； are you going to be nice？〃
He nodded。 It was like his head…shake： down ； up； back to center。 His strange eyes looked at me。 There was a kind of peace in them； but not a kind I was sure I could trust。 I crooked a finger to Harry； who came in and unlocked the chains。 He showed no fear now； even when he knelt between Coffey's treetrunk legs to unlock the ankle irons； and that eased me some。 It was Percy who had made Harry nervous； and I trusted Harry's instincts。 I trusted the instincts of all my day…to…day E Block men； except for Percy。
I have a little set speech I make to men new on the block； but I hesitated with Coffey； because he seemed so abnormal； and not just in his size。
When Harry stood back （Coffey had remained motionless during the entire unlocking ceremony； as placid as a Percheron）； I looked up at my new charge； tapping on the clipboard with my thumb； and said： 〃Can you talk； big boy？〃
〃Yes； sir； boss； I can talk；〃 he said。 His voice ade me think of a freshly tuned tractor engine。 He had no real Southern drawl…he said I； not Ah…but there was a kind of Southern construction to his speech that I noticed later。 As if he was from the South； but not of it。 He didn't sound illiterate； but he didn't sound educated。 In his speech as in so many other things； he was a mystery。 Mostly it was his eyes that troubled me … a kind of peaceful absence in them； as if he were floating far； far away。
〃Your name is John Coffey。〃
〃Yes； sir； boss； like the drink only not spelled the same way。〃
〃So you can spell； can you？ Read and write？〃
〃Just my name； boss；〃 said he； serenely。
I sighed； then gave him a short version of my set speech。 I'd already decided he wasn't going to be any trouble。 In that I was both right and wrong。
〃My name is Paul Edgebe；〃 I said。 〃I'm the E Block super … the head screw。 You want something from me； ask for me by name。 If I'm not here； ask this other； man … his name is Harry Terwilliger。 Or you ask for Mr。 Stanton or Mr。 Howell。 Do you understand that？〃
Coffey nodded。
〃Just don't expect to get what you want unless we decide it's what you need … this isn't a hotel。 Still with me？〃
He nodded again。
〃This is a quiet place； big boy … not like the rest of the prison。 It's just you and Delacroix over there。 You won't work； mostly you'll just sit。 Give you a chance to think things over。〃 Too much time for most of them； but I didn't say that。 〃Sometimes we play the radio； if all's in order。 You like the radio？〃
He nodded； but doubtfully； as if he wasn't sure what the radio was。 I later found out that was true； in a way； Coffey knew things when he encountered them again； but in between he forgot。 He knew the characters on Our Gal Sunday； but had only the haziest memory of what they'd been up to the last time。
〃If you behave； you'll eat on time； you'll never see the solitary cell down at the far end； or have to wear one of those canvas coats that buttons up the back。 You'll have two hours in the yard afternoons from four until six； except on Saturdays when the rest of the prison population has their flag football games。 You'll have your visitors on Sunday afternoons； if you have someone who wants to visit you。 Do you； Coffey？〃
He shook his head。 〃Got none； boss；〃 he said。
'Well； your lawyer； then！'
〃I believe I've seen the back end of him；〃 he said。 〃He was give to me on loan。 Don't believe he could find his way up here in the mountains！'
I looked at him closely to see if he might be trying a little joke； but he didn't seem to be。 And I really hadn't expected any different。 Appeals weren't for the likes of John Coffey； not back then； they had their day in court and then the world forgot them until they saw a squib in the paper saying a certain fellow had taken a little electricity along about midnight。 But a man with a wife； children； or friends to look forward to on Sunday afternoons was easier to control； if control looked to be a problem。 Here it didn't； and that was good。 Because he was so damned big。
I shifted a little on the bunk； then decided I might feel a little more fortable in my her parts if I stood up； and so I did。 He backed away from me respectfully； and clasped his hands in front of him。
〃Your time here can be easy or hard； big boy； it all depends on you。 I'm here to say you might as well make it easy on all of us； because it es to the same in the end。 We'll treat you as right as you deserve。 Do you have any questions？〃
〃Do you leave a light on after bedtime？〃 he asked right away； as if he had only been waiting for the chance。
I blinked at him。 I had been asked a lot of strange questions by newers to E Block … once about the size of my wife's tits…but never that one。
Coffey was smiling a trifle uneasily； as if he knew we would think him foolish but couldn't help himself。 〃Because I get a little scared in the dark someti