ird Matinee； which starts at 4：00 a。m。 … she doesn't say much about it； but I know her arthritis hurts her something terrible； and that the drugs they give her don't help much anymore。
When she came in this morning； gliding like a ghost in her white terrycloth robe； she found me sitting on the lumpy sofa； bent over the scrawny sticks that used to be legs； and clutching my knees to try and still the shakes that were running through me like a high wind。 I felt cold all over； except for my groin； which seemed to burn with the ghost of the urinary infection which had so troubled my life in the fall of 1932 … the fall of John Coffey； Percy Wetmore；