I looked at him doubtfully, then turned to the bed. Hal was stroking Melly's brow, and I saw an amazing thing above it: some of her hair - not very much, but some - had gone back to black.
'What's happened?' she asked him. As I watched, color began to blush into her cheeks. It was as if she had stolen a couple of roses right out of the wallpaper. 'How did I get here? We were going to the hospital up in Indianola, weren't we? A doctor was going to shoot X-rays into my head and take pictures of my brain.'
'Shhh,' Hal said. 'Shhh, dearie, none of that matters now.'
'But I don't understand!' she nearly wailed, 'We stopped at a roadside stand... you bought me a dime packet of posies... and then... I'm here. It's dark! Have you had your supper, Hal? Why am I in the guest room? Did I have the X-ray?' Her eyes moved across Harry almost without seeing him - that was shock, I imagine - and fixed on me. 'Paul? Did I have the X-ray?'
'Yes,' I said. 'It was clear.'
'They didn't find a tumor?'
'No,' I said. 'They say the headaches will likely stop now.'
Beside her, Hal burst into tears.
She sat forward and kissed his temple. Then her eyes moved to the comer. 'Who is that Negro man? Why is he in the corner?'
I turned and saw John trying to get up on his feet. Brutal helped him and John made it with a final lunge. He stood facing the wall, though, like a child who has been bad. He was still coughing in spasms, but these seemed to be weakening now.
'John,' I said. 'Turn around, big boy, and see this lady.'
He slowly turned. His face was still the color of ashes, and he looked ten years older, like a once powerful man at last losing a long battle with consumption. His eyes were cast down on his prison slippers, and he looked as if he wished for a hat to wring.
'Who are you?' she asked again. 'What's your name?'
'John Coffey, ma'am,' he said, to which she immediately replied, 'But not spelled like the drink.'
Hal started beside her. She felt it, and patted his hand reassuringly without taking her eyes from the black man.
'I dreamed of you,' she said in a soft, wondering voice. 'I dreamed you were wandering in the dark, and so was I. We found each other.'
John Coffey said nothing.
'We found each other in the dark,' she said. 'Stand up, Hal, you're pinning me in here.'
He got up and watched with disbelief as she turned back the counterpane. 'Melly, you can't - '
'Don't be silly,' she said, and swung her legs out. 'Of course I can.' She smoothed her nightgown, stretched, then got to her feet.
'My God,' Hal whispered. 'My dear God in heaven, look at her.'
She went to John Coffey. Brutal stood away from her, an awed expression on his face. She limped with the first step, did no more than favor her right leg a bit with the second, and then even that was gone. I remembered Brutal handing the colored spool to Delacroix and saying, 'Toss it - I want to see how he runs.' Mr. Jingles had limped then, but on the next night, the night Del walked the Mile, he had been fine.
Melly put her arms around John and hugged him. Coffey stood there for a moment, letting himself be hugged, and then he raised one hand and stroked the top of her head. This he did with infinite gentleness. His face was still gray. I thought he looked dreadfully sick.
She stood away from him, her face turned up to his. 'Thank you.'
'Right welcome, ma'am.'
She turned to Hal and walked back to him. He put his arms around her.
'Paul - ' It was Harry. He held his right wrist out to me and tapped the face of his watch. It was pressing on to three o'clock. Light would start showing by four-thirty. If we wanted to get Coffey back to Cold Mountain before that happened, we would have to go soon. And I wanted to get him back. Partly because the longer this went on the worse our chances of getting away with it became, yes, of course. But I also wanted John in a place where I could legitimately call a doctor for him, if the need arose. Looking at him, I thought it might.
The Mooreses were sitting on the edge of the bed, arms around each other. I thought of asking Hal out into the living room for a private word, then realized I could ask until the cows came home and he wouldn't budge from where he was right then. He might be able to take his eyes off her - for a few seconds, at least - by the time the sun came up, but not now.
'Hal,' I said. 'We have to go now.'
He nodded, not looking at me. He was studying the color in his wife's cheeks, the natural unstrained curve of his wife's lips, the new black in his wife's hair.
I tapped him on the shoulder, hard enough to get his attention for a moment, at least.
'Hal, we never came here.'
'What - ?'
'We never came here,' I said. 'Later on we'll talk, but for now that's all you need to know. We were never here.'
'Yes, all right... ' He forced himself to focus on me for a moment, with what was clearly an effort. 'You got him out. Can you get him back in?'
'I think so. Maybe. But we need to go.'
'How did you know he could do this?' Then he shook his head, as if realizing for himself that this wasn't the time. 'Paul... thank you.'