in
Mexico. It‘s a little place maybe twenty miles from Playa Azul and Mexico Highway 37.
It‘s a hundred miles north-west of Acapulco on the Pacific Ocean. You know what the
Mexicans say about the Pacific?‘
I told him I didn‘t
They say it has no memory. And that‘s where I want to finish out my life, Red. In a warm
place that has no memory.‘
He had picked up a handful of pebbles as he spoke; now he tossed them, one by one, and
watched them bounce and roll across the baseball diamond‘s dirt infield, which would be
under a foot of snow before long.
‘Zihuatanejo. I‘m going to have a little hotel down there. Six cabanas along the beach, and
six more set further back, for the highway trade. I‘ll have a guy who‘ll take my guests out
charter fishing. There‘ll be a trophy for the guy who catches the biggest marlin of the
season, and I‘ll put his picture up in the lobby. It won‘t be a family place. It‘ll be a place
for people on their honeymoons ... first or second varieties.‘
‘And where are you going to get the money to buy this fabulous place?‘ I asked. ‘Your
stock account?‘
He looked at me and smiled. ‘That‘s not so far wrong,‘ he said. ‘Sometimes you startle me,
Red.‘
‘What are you talking about?‘
There are really only two types of men in the world when it comes to bad trouble,‘ Andy
said, cupping a match between his hands and lighting a cigarette. ‘Suppose there was a
house full of rare paintings and sculptures and fine old antiques, Red? And suppose the
guy who owned the house heard that there was a monster of a hurricane headed right at it.
One of those two kinds of men just hopes for the best The hurricane will change course,
he says to himself. No right-thinking hurricane would ever dare wipe out all these
Rembrandts, my two Degas horses, my Jackson Pollocks and my Paul Klees.
Furthermore, God wouldn‘t allow it. And if worst comes to worst, they‘re insured. That‘s
one sort of man. The other sort just assumes that hurricane is going to tear right through
the middle of his house. If the weather bureau says the hurricane just changed course, this
guy assumes it‘ll change back in order to put his house on ground zero again. This second
type of guy knows there‘s no harm in hoping for the best as long as you‘re prepared for
the worst.‘
I lit a cigarette of my own. ‘Are you saying you prepared for the eventuality?‘
‘Yes. I prepared for the hurricane. I knew how bad it looked. I didn‘t have much time, but
in the time I had, I operated. I had a friend - just about the only person who stood by me -
who worked for an investment company in Portland. He died about six years ago.‘
‘Sorry.‘
‘Yeah.‘ Andy tossed his butt away. ‘Linda and I had about fourteen thousand dollars. Not
a big bundle, but hell, we were young. We had our whole lives ahead of us.‘ He grimaced
a little, then laughed. ‘When the shit hit the fan, I started lugging my Rembrandts out of
the path of the hurricane. I sold my stocks and paid the capital gains tax just like a good
little boy. Declared everything. Didn‘t cut any corners.‘
‘Didn‘t they freeze your estate?‘
‘I was charged with murder, Red, not dead! You can‘t freeze the assets of an innocent
man - thank God. And it was a while before they even got brave enough to charge me
with the crime. Jim - my friend - and I, we had some time. I got hit pretty good, just
dumping everything like that. Got my nose skinned. But at the time I had worse things to
worry about than a small skinning on the stock market.‘
‘Yeah, I‘d say you did.‘
‘But when I came to Shawshank it was all safe. It‘s still safe. Outside these walls, Red,
there‘s a man that no living soul has ever seen face to face. He has a Social Security card
and a Maine driver‘s license. He‘s got a birth certificate. Name of Peter Stevens. Nice,
anonymous name, huh?‘
‘Who is he?‘ I asked. I thought I knew what h

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