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He'd nodded back, then gone to the door, looking old and ill. "How can so much good and so much evil live together in the same man? How could the man who cured my wife be the same man father son gay who killed those little girls? Do you understand that?"

I had told

him I didn't, the ways of God father son gay were mysterious, there was good and evil in all of us, ours not to reason why, -hotcha, hotcha, row-dee-dow. Most of what I told him were father son gay things I'father son gay d learned in the church of Praise Jesus, father son gay The Lord Is father son gay Mighty, Hal nodding the whole time and looking father son gay sort of exalted. He could afford to nod, couldn't he? Yes. And father son gay look exalted, too. There was a deep sadness father son gay on his face - he was shaken, all

right; I never doubted it - but father son gay there were no tears this time, because father son gay he had a wife to go home to, his father son gay companion to go home to, and she was fine. Thanks to John Coffey, she was well and fine and the

man who had signed John 's death warrant could leave and go to her. He didn't have to watch what came next. He would be able to sleep that night in his wife's warmth while John Coffey lay on a slab in the basement of County Hospital, growing cool as the friendless, speechless hours moved father son gay father son gay toward dawn. And I hated Hal for those things. Just a little, and I'father son gay d get over it, but it was hate, all right. The genuine article.

Now I stepped into the cell, father son gay followed by father son gay Dean and Harry, both of them pale and downcast. "father son gay Are you ready, John ?" I asked.

He nodded. "Yes, boss. Guess father son gay so."

"All right, then. I got a piece to say before we go out."

"You say what you need to, father son gay boss."

"John Coffey, as an officer of father son gay the court..."

I said it right to the end, and when I'd finished, Harry Terwilliger stepped up beside me father son gay and held out his hand. John looked surprised for a moment, then smiled and shook it. Dean, looking paler than ever, offered his next. "father son gay You deserve better than this, Johnny" he said hoarsely. "I'm sorry."

"I father son gay be all right", father son gay John said. "This the hard part; I be all right in a little while." He got up, and the St. Christopher's medal Melly had given him swung free of his father son gay shirt.

"John, I ought to have that", I said. "I can put father son gay it back on you after the... after, if you want, but I should take it for now." It was silver, and if it was lying against his skin when Jack Van Hay switched on the juice, it might fuse itself father son gay into his skin. Even if it didn't do that, it was apt to electroplate, leaving a kind of charred father son gay photograph of itself on the skin of his chest. I had seen it before. I'd seen most everything