sk.theshining-第13节
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med both frightened and accusatory。 Walking with him in the park； he would suddenly seize both her hands and say…almost demand： 〃Do you love me？ Do you love daddy？〃 And； confused； she would nod or say； 〃Of course I do； honey。〃 Then he would run to the duck pond； sending them squawking and scared to the other end； flapping their wings in a panic before the small ferocity of his charge； leaving her to stare after him and wonder。
There were even times when it seemed that her determination to at least discuss the matter with Jack dissolved； not out of her own weakness； but under the determination of her son's will。
I don't believe such things。
But in sleep she did believe them； and in sleep； with her husband's seed still drying on her thighs； she felt that the three of them had been permanently welded together…that if their three/oneness was to be destroyed； it would not be destroyed by any of them but from outside。
Most of what she believed centered around her love for Jack。 She had never stopped loving him； except maybe for that dark period immediately following Danny's 〃accident。〃 And she loved her son。 Most of all she loved them together； walking or riding or only sitting； Jack's large head and Danny's small one poised alertly over the fans of old maid hands； sharing a bottle of Coke； looking at the funnies。 She loved having them with her； and she hoped to dear God that this hotel caretaking job Al had gotten for Jack would be the beginning of good times again。
And the wind gonna rise up； baby； and blow my blues away 。 。 。
Soft and sweet and mellow； the song came back and lingered； following her down into a deeper sleep where thought ceased and the faces that came in dreams went unremembered。
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IN ANOTHER BEDROOM
Danny awoke with the booming still loud in his ears； and the drunk； savagely pettish voice crying hoarsely： e out here and take your medicine！ I'll find you！ I'll find youl But now the booming was only his racing heart； and the only voice in the night was the faraway sound of a police siren。
He lay in bed motionlessly； looking up at the wind…stirred shadows of the leaves on his bedroom ceiling。 They twined sinuously together； making shapes like the vines and creepers in a jungle； like patterns woven into the nap of a thick carpet。 He was clad in Doctor Denton pajamas； but between the pajama suit and his skin he had grown a more closely fitting singlet of perspiration。
〃Tony？〃 he whispered。 〃You there？〃 No answer。
He slipped out of bed and padded silently across to the window and looked out on Arapahoe Street； now still and silent。 It was two in the morning。 There was nothing out there but empty sidewalks drifted with fallen leaves； parked cars； and the long…necked streetlight on the corner across from the Cliff Brice gas station。 With its hooded top and motionless stance； the streetlight looked like a monster in a space show。
He looked up the street both ways； straining his eyes for Tony's slight； beckoning form； but there was no one there。
The wind sighed through the trees； and the fallen leaves rattled up the deserted walks and around the hubcaps of parked cars。 It was a faint and sorrowful sound； and the boy thought that he might be the only one in Boulder awake enough to hear it。 The only human being； at least。 There was no way of knowing what else might be out in the night； slinking hungrily through the shadows； watching and scenting the breeze。
I'll find you！ I'll find you！
〃Tony？〃 he whispered again； but without much hope。
Only the wind spoke back； gusting more strongly this time； scattering leaves across the sloping roof below his window。 Some of them slipped into the raingutter and came to rest there like tired dancers。
Danny 。 。 。 Danneee 。 。 。
He started at the sound of that familiar voice and craned out the window； his small hands on the sill。 With the sound of Tony's voice the whole night seemed to have e silently and secretly alive； whispering even when the wind quieted again and the leaves were still and the shadows had stopped moving。 He thought he saw a darker shadow standing by the bus stop a block down； but it was hard to tell if it was a real thing or an eye…trick。
Don't go； Danny 。 。
Then the wind gusted again； making him squint； and the shadow by the bus stop was gone 。 。 。 if it had ever been there at all。 He stood by his window for （a minute？ an hour？） some time longer； but there was no more。 At last he crept back into his bed and pulled the blankets up and watched the shadows thrown by the alien streetlight turn into a sinuous jungle filled with flesh…eating plants that wanted only to slip around him； squeeze the life out of him； and drag him down into a blackness where one sinister word flashed in red： REDRUM。
P A R T T W O
Closing Day
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A VIEW OF THE OVERLOOK
Mommy was worried。
She was afraid the bug wouldn't make it up and down all these mountains and that they would get stranded by the side of the road where somebody might e ripping along and hit them。 Danny himself was more sanguine； if Daddy thought the bug would make this one last trip； then probably it would。
〃We're just about there；〃 Jack said。
Wendy brushed her hair back from her temples。 〃Thank God。〃 She was sitting in the right…hand bucket； a Victoria Holt paperback open but face down in her lap。 She was wearing her blue dress； the one Danny thought was her prettiest。 It had a sailor collar and made her look very young； like a girl just getting ready to graduate from high school。 Daddy kept putting his hand high up on her leg and she kept laughing and brushing it off； saying Get away； fly。
Danny was impressed with the mountains。 One day Daddy had taken them up in the ones near Boulder； the ones they called the Flatirons； but these were much bigger； and on the tallest of them you could see a fine dusting of snow； which Daddy said was often there year…round。
And they were actually in the mountains； no goofing around。 Sheer rock faces rose all around them； so high you could barely see their tops even by craning your neck out the window。 When they left Boulder； the temperature had been in the high seventies。 Now； just after noon； the air up here felt crisp and cold like November back in Vermont and Daddy had the heater going 。 。 。 not that it worked all that well。 They had passed several signs that said FALLING ROCK ZONE （Mommy read each one to him）； and although Danny had waited anxiously to see some rock fall； none had。 At least not yet。
Half an hour ago they had passed another sign that Daddy said was very important。 This sign said ENTERING SIDEWINDER PASS； and Daddy said that sign was as far as the snowplows went in the wintertime。 After that the road got too steep。 In the winter the road was closed from the little town of Sidewinder； which they had gone through just before they got to that sign； all the way to Buckland； Utah。
Now they were passing another sign。
〃What's that one； Mom？〃
〃That one says SLOWER VEHICLES USE RIGHT LANE。 That means us。〃
〃The bug will make it；〃 Danny said。
〃Please； God；〃 Mommy said； and crossed her fingers。 Danny looked down at her open…toed sandals and saw that she had crossed her toes as well。 He giggled。 She smiled back； but he knew that she was still worried。
The road wound up and up in a series of slow S curves； and Jack dropped the bug's stick shift from fourth gear to third； then into second。 The bug wheezed and protested； and Wendy's eye fixed on the speedometer needle； which sank from forty to thirty to twenty； where it hovered reluctantly。
〃The fuel pump 。 。 。 〃 she began timidly。
〃The fuel pump will go another three miles；〃 Jack said shortly。
The rock wall fell away on their right； disclosing a slash valley that seemed to go down forever； lined a dark green with Rocky Mountain pine and spruce。 The pines fell away to gray cliffs of rock that dropped for hundreds of feet before smoothing out。 She saw a waterfall spilling over one of them； the early afternoon sun sparkling in it like a golden fish snared in a blue net。 They were beautiful mountains but they were hard。 She did not think they would forgive many mistakes。 An unhappy foreboding rose in her throat。 Further west in the Sierra Nevada the Donner Party had bee snowbound and had resorted to cannibalism to stay alive。 The mountains did not forgive many mistakes。
With a punch of the clutch and a jerk； Jack shifted down to first gear and they labored upward； the bug's engine thumping gamely。
〃You know；〃 she said； 〃I don't think we've seen five cars since we came through Sidewinder。 And one of them was the hotel limousine。〃 Jack nodded。 〃It goes right to Stapleton Airport in Denver。 There's already some icy patches up beyond the hotel； Watson says； and they're forecasting more snow for tomorrow up higher。 Anybody going through the mountains now wants to be on one of the main roads； just in case。 That goddam Ullman better still be up there。 I guess he will be。〃
〃You're sure the larder is fully stocked？〃 she asked； still thinking of the Donners。
〃He sa
