uld　do　the　same。〃

〃Yes；〃　I　said。　〃I　suppose　I　should！〃　For　one　wild　moment　I　thought　of　suggesting　that　we　go　back　to　bed　together；　and　then　I　saw　the　dull　pain　in　her　eyes　and　thought　better　of　it。　Because　she　might　have　said　yes；　and　she　would　only　have　said　that　for　me。　Not　so　good。

We　left　the　TV　room　（I　won't　dignify　it　with　that　other　name；　not　even　to　be　ironic）　side　by　side；　me　matching　my　steps　to　hers；　which　were　slow　and　painfully　careful。　The　building　eone　moaning　in　the　grip　of　a　bad　dream　behind　some　closed　door。

〃Will　you　be　able　to　sleep；　do　you　think？〃　she　asked。

〃Yes；　I　think　so；〃　I　said；　but　of　course　I　wasn't　able　to；　I　lay　in　my　bed　until　sunup；　thinking　about　Kiss　of　Death。　I'd　see　Richard　Widmark；　giggling　madly；　tying　the　old　lady　into　her　wheelchair　and　then　pushing　her　down　the　stairs　…〃This　is　what　we　do　to　squealers；〃　he　told　her…and　then　his　face　would　merge　into　the　face　of　William　Wharton　as　he'd　looked　on　the　day　when　he　came　to　E　Block　and　the　Green　Mile　…　Wharton　giggling　like　Widmark；　Wharton　screaming；　Ain't　this　a　pa〃；　now？　Is　it；　or　what？　I　didn't　bother　with　breakfast；　not　after　that；　I　just　came　down　here　to　the　solarium　and　began　to　write。

Ghosts？　Sure。

I　know　all　about　ghosts。

2。

〃Woooee；　boys！〃　Wharton　laughed。　〃Ain't　this　a　party；　now？　Is　it；　or　what？〃

Still　screaming　and　laughing；　Wharton　went　back　to　choking　Dean　with　his　chain。　Why　not？　Wharton　knew　what　Dean　and　Harr