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As it turned out； our evening was far from over。
Part Six：
Coffey on the Mile
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I sat in the Georgia Pines sunroom； my father's fountain pen in my hand； and time was lost to me as I recalled the night Harry and Brutal and I took John Coffey off the Mile and to Melinda Moores； in an effort to save her life。 I wrote about the drugging of William Wharton； who fancied himself the second ing of Billy the Kid； I wrote of how we stuck Percy in the straitjacket and jugged him in the restraint room at the end of the Green Mile； I wrote about our strange night journey … both terrifying and exhilarating … and the miracle that befell at the end of it。 We saw John Coffey drag a woman back； not just from the edge of her grave； but from what seemed to us to be the very bottom of it。
I wrote and was very faintly aware of the Georgia Pines version of life going on around me。 Old folks went down to supper； then trooped off to the Resource Center （yes； you are permitted a chuckle） for their evening dose of work sits。 I seem to remember my friend Elaine bringing me a sandwich； and thanking her； and eating it； but I couldn't tell you what time of the evening she brought it； or what was in it。 Most of me was back in 1932； when our sandwiches were usually bought off old Toot…Toot's rolling gospel snack…wagon； cold pork a nickel； corned beef a dime。
I remember the place quieting down as the relics who live here made ready for another night of thin and troubled sleep； I heard Mickey … maybe not the best orderly in the place； but certainly the kindest … singing 〃Red River Valley〃 in his good tenor as he went around dispensing the evening meds： 〃From this valley they say you are going 。。。 We will miss your bright eyes and sweet smile 。。。〃 The song ma
