綠裡奇蹟(英文版)

第63部分 (第5/7頁)

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　severed　hand　with　a　gar　ring　on　the　pinky　finger。　〃You　saved　Hal's　wife；　why　not　my　wife？　Why　not　Janice？　WHY　NOT　MY　JANICE？〃

No　answer；　only　the　smell　of　burning　diesel　and　burning　bodies；　only　the　rain　falling　ceaselessly　out　of　the　gray　sky　and　drumming　on　the　cement　while　my　wife　lay　dead　on　the　road　behind　me。　No　answer　then　and　no　answer　now。　But　of　course　it　wasn't　only　Melly　Moores　that　John　Coffey　saved　in　1932；　or　Del's　mouse；　the　one　that　could　do　that　cute　trick　with　the　spool　and　seemed　to　be　looking　for　Del　long　before　Del　showed　up　。。。　long　before　John　Coffey　showed　up；　either。

John　saved　me；　too；　and　years　later；　standing　in　the　pouring　Alabama　rain　and　looking　for　a　man　who　wasn't　there　in　the　shadows　of　an　underpass；　standing　amid　the　spilled　luggage　and　the　ruined　dead；　I　learned　a　terrible　thing：　sometimes　there　is　absolutely　no　difference　at　all　between　salvation　and　damnation。

I　felt　one　or　the　other　pouring　through　me　as　we　sat　together　on　his　bunk　…　November　the　eighteenth；　nieen　and　thirty…two。　Pouring　out　of　him　and　into　me；　whatever　strange　force　he　had　in　him　ing　through　our　joined　hands　in　a　way　our　love　and　hope　and　good　intentions　somehow　never　can；　a　feeling　that　began　as　a　tingle　and　then　turned　into　something　tidal　and　enormous；　a　force　beyond　anything　I　had　ever　experienced　before　or　have　ever　experienced　since。　Since　that　day　I　have　never　had　pneumonia；　or　the　flu；　or　even　a　strep　throat。　I　have　never　had　another　urinary　infe