"Do for me?" John tilted his head. "Oh, no, boss, nothin you kin do for me. I don't need nothin. I jus help, that's all. Just help. Cause that's what God wants. He give me a gift, and I use it to help."
It might have been the first time somebody asked him a question like that, it might have been the thousandth, John Coffee couldn't remember. But it seemed odd to him. That anybody would want to give him something for the help he'd given. A gift was a gift, it was free.