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ow I lost her； how she ran away red through my fingers in the rain； and I wait。 We each owe a death； there are no exceptions； I know that； but sometimes； oh God； the Green Mile is so long。
Author's Afterword
I don't think I'd want to do another serial novel （if only because the critics get to kick your ass six times instead of just the once）； but I wouldn't have missed the experience for the world。 As I write this afterword on the day before Part 2 of The Green Mile is to be published； the serialization experiment is looking like a success； at least in terms of sales。 For that； Constant Reader； I want to thank you。 And something a bit different wakes us all up a little； maybe … lets us see the old business of storytelling in a new way。 That's how it worked for me； anyway。
I wrote in a hurry because the format demanded that I write in a hurry。 That was part of the exhilaration； but it also may have produced a number of anachronisms。 The guards and prisoners listen to Allen's Alley on their E Block radio； and I doubt if Fred Allen was actually broadcasting in 1932。 The same may hold true for Kay Kyser and his Kollege of Musical Knowledge。 This isn't to let me off the hook； but it sometimes seems to me that history which has recently fallen over the horizon is harder to research than the Middle Ages or the time of the Crusades。 I was able to determine that Brutal might indeed have called the mouse on the Mile Steamboat Willy … the Disney cartoon had been in
