e　had　later　labelled　（rather　tentatively；　she　wasn't　sure　it　was　really　the　same　thing）　as　Tourette's　Syndrome。　The　quavering　in　his　voice；　coupled　with　the　memory　of　how　John　Coffey　had　healed　both　my　urinary　infection　and　the　broken　back　of　Delacroix's　pet　mouse；　had　finally　pushed　me　over　the　line　that　runs　between　just　thinking　about　a　thing　and　actually　doing　a　thing。

And　there　was　something　else。　Something　that　had　to　do　with　John　Coffey's　hands；　and　my　shoe。

So　I　had　called　the　men　I　worked　with；　the　men　I　had　trusted　my　life　to　over　the　years　…　Dean　Stanton；　Harry　Terwilliger；　Brutus　Howell。　They　came　to　lunch　at　my　house　on　the　day　after　Delacroix's　execution；　and　they　at　least　listened　to　me　when　I　outlined　my　plan。　Of　course；　they　all　knew　that　Coffey　had　healed　the　mouse；　Brutal　had　actually　seen　it。　So　when　I　suggested　that　another　miracle　might　result　if　we　took　John　Coffey　to　Melinda　Moores；　they　didn't　outright　laugh。　It　was　Dean　Stanton　who　raised　the　most　troubling　question：　What　if　John　Coffey　escaped　while　we　had　him　out　on　his　field…trip？

〃Suppose　he　killed　someone　else？〃　Dean　asked。　〃I'd　hate　losing　my　job；　and　I'd　hate　going　to　jail　…　I　got　a　wife　and　kids　depending　on　me　to　put　bread　in　their　mouths　…　but　I　don't　think　I'd　hate　either　of　those　things　near　as　much　as　having　another　little　dead　girl　on　my　conscience。〃

There　was　silence；　then；　all　of　them　looking　at　me；　waiting　to　see　how　I'd　respond。　I　knew　everything　would　ch