trusty in Registration： Numerous。
I looked up。 Coffey had shuffled a bit to one side and I could see Harry standing across the corridor in front of Delacroix's cell … he was our only other prisoner in E Block when Coffey came in。 Del was a slight； balding man with the worried face of an accountant who knows his embezzlement will soon be discovered。 His tame mouse was sitting on his shoulder。
Percy Wetmore was leaning in the doorway of the cell which had just bee John Coffey's。 He had taken his hickory baton out of the custom…made holster he carried it in； and was tapping it against one palm the way a man does when he has a toy he wants to use。 And all at once I couldn't stand to have him there。 Maybe it was the unseasonable heat； maybe it was the urinary infection heating up my groin and making the itch of my flannel underwear all but unbearable； maybe it was knowing that the state had sent me a black man next door to an idiot to execute； and Percy clearly wanted to hand…tool him a little first。 Probably it was all those things。 Whatever it was； I stopped caring about his political connections for a little while。
〃Percy。〃 I said。 〃They're moving house over in the infirmary。〃
〃Bill Dodge is in charge of that detail…〃
〃I know he is；〃 I said。 〃Go and help him。〃
'That isn't my job；〃 Percy said。 〃This big lugoon is my job。〃 〃Lugoon〃 was Percy's joke name for the big ones … a bination of lug and goon。 He resented the big ones。 He wasn't skinny； like Harry Terwilliger； but he was short。 A banty…rooster sort of guy； the kind that likes to pick fights； especially when the odds are all their way。 And vain about his hair。 Could hardly keep his hands off it。
〃Then your job is done；〃 I said。 〃Get over to the infirmary。〃
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