All at once I decided to put off the walk for awhile。 I had a chore； yes； but it could keep； and I didn't feel like playing hide…and…seek with Brad Dolan that morning。
Instead of walking； I'd finish my story。 Sometimes it's better to push on through； no matter how much your mind and body may protest。 Sometimes it's the only way to get through。 And what I remember most about that morning is how desperately I wanted to get free of John Coffey's persistent ghost。
〃Okay；〃 I said。 〃One more mile。 But first。。。〃
I walked down to the toilet at the end of the second floor hall。 As I stood inside there； urinating； I happened to glance up at the smoke detector on the ceiling。 That made me think of Elaine； and how she had distracted Dolan so I could go for my walk and do my little chore the day before。 I finished peeing with a grin on my face。
I walked back to the sunroom； feeling better （and a lot fier in my her regions）。 Someone … Elaine； I have no doubt … had set down a pot of tea beside my pages。 I drank greedily； first one cup； then another； before I even sat down。 Then I resumed my place； uncapped the fountain pen； and once more began to write。
I was just slipping fully into my story when a shadow fell on me。 I looked up and felt a sinking in MY stomach。 It was Dolan standing between me and the windows。 He was grinning。
〃Missed you going on your morning walk； Paulie； he said； 〃so I thought I'd e and see what you were up to。 Make sure you w