sk.theshining-第55节

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est　shine　of　anyone　he　ever　met。
　　We　could　talk　back　and　forth　to　each　other　without　hardly　opening　our　mouths。〃　His　parents　looked　at　each　other　again；　frankly　stunned。
　　〃Mr。　Hallorann　got　me　alone　because　he　was　worried；〃　Danny　went　on。　〃He　said　this　was　a　bad　place　for　people　who　shine。　He　said　he'd　seen　things。　I　saw　something；　too；　Right　after　I　talked　to　him。　When　Mr。　Ullman　was　taking　us　around。〃
　　〃What　was　it？〃　Jack　asked。
　　〃In　the　Presidential　Sweet。　On　the　wall　by　the　door　going　into　the　bedroom。　A　whole　lot　of　blood　and　some　other　stuff。　Gushy　stuff。　I　think　。　。　。　that　the　gushy　stuff　must　have　been　brains。〃
　　〃Oh　my　God；〃　Jack　said。
　　Wendy　was　now　very　pale；　her　lips　nearly　gray。
　　〃This　place；〃　Jack　said。　〃Some　pretty　bad　types　owned　it　awhile　back。
　　Organization　people　from　Las　Vegas。〃
　　〃Crooks？〃　Danny　asked。
　　〃Yeah；　crooks。〃　He　looked　at　Wendy。　〃In　1966　a　big…time　hood　named　Vito　Gienelli　got　killed　up　there；　along　with　his　two　bodyguards。　There　was　a　picture　in　the　newspaper。　Danny　just　described　the　picture。〃
　　〃Mr。　Hallorann　said　he　saw　some　other　stuff；〃　Danny　told　them。　〃Once　about　the　playground。　And　once　it　was　something　bad　in　that　room。　217。　A　maid　saw　it　and　lost　her　job　because　she　talked　about　it。　So　Mr。　Hallorann　went　up　and　he　saw　it　too。　But　he　didn't　talk　about　it　because　he　didn't　want　to　lose　his　job。　Except　he　told　me　never　to　go　in　there。　But　I　did。　Because　I　believed　him　when　he　said　the　things　you　saw　here　couldn't　hurt　you。〃　This　last　was　nearly　whispered　in　a　low；　husky　voice；　and　Danny　touched　the　puffed　circle　of　bruises　on　his　neck。
　　〃What　about　the　playground？〃　Jack　asked　in　a　strange；　casual　voice。
　　〃I　don't　know。　The　playground；　he　said。　And　the　hedge　animals。〃　Jack　jumped　a　little；　and　Wendy　looked　at　him　curiously。
　　〃Have　you　seen　anything　down　there；　Jack？〃
　　〃No；〃　he　said。　〃Nothing。〃　Danny　was　looking　at　him。
　　〃Nothing；〃　he　said　again；　more　calmly。　And　that　was　true。　He　had　been　the　victim　of　an　hallucination。　And　that　was　all。
　　〃Danny；　we　have　to　hear　about　the　woman；〃　Wendy　said　gently。
　　So　Danny　told　them；　but　his　words　came　in　cyclic　bursts；　sometimes　almost　verging　on　inprehensible　garble　in　his　hurry　to　spit　it　out　and　be　free　of　it。　He　pushed　tighter　and　tighter　against　his　mother's　breasts　as　he　talked。
　　〃I　went　in；〃　he　said。　〃I　stole　the　passkey　and　went　in。　It　was　like　I　couldn't　help　myself。　I　had　to　know。　And　she　。　。　。　the　lady　。　。　。　was　in　the　tub。　She　was　dead。　All　swelled　up。　She　was　nuh…nuh　。　。　。　didn't　have　no　clothes　on。〃　He　looked　miserably　at　his　mother。　〃And　she　started　to　get　up　and　she　wanted　me。　I　know　she　did　because　I　could　feel　it。　She　wasn't　even　thinking；　not　the　way　you　and　Daddy　think。　It　was　black　。　。　。　it　was　hurt…think　。　。　。　like　。　。　。　like　the　wasps　that　night　in　my　room！　Only　wanting　to　hurt。　Like　the　wasps。〃　He　swallowed　and　there　was　silence　for　a　moment；　all　quiet　while　the　image　of　the　wasps　sank　into　them。
　　〃So　I　ran；〃　Danny　said。　〃I　ran　but　the　door　was　closed。　I　left　it　open　but　it　was　closed。　I　didn't　think　about　just　opening　it　again　and　running　out。　I　was　scared。　So　I　just　。　。　。　I　leaned　against　the　door　and　closed　my　eyes　and　thought　of　how　Mr。　Hallorann　said　the　things　here　were　just　like　pictures　in　a　book　and　if　I　。。　。　。　kept　saying　to　myself　。　。　。　you're　not　there；　go　away；　you're　not　there　。　。　。　she　would　go　away。　But　it　didn't　work。〃　His　voice　began　to　rise　hysterically。
　　〃She　grabbed　me　。　。　。　turned　me　around　。　。　。　I　could　see　her　eyes　。　。　。　how　her　eyes　were　。　。　。　and　she　started　to　choke　me　。　。　。　I　could　smell　her　。　。　。　I　could　smell　how　dead　she　was。　。　s〃
　　〃Stop　now；　shhh；〃　Wendy　said；　alarmed。　〃Stop；　Danny。　It's　all　right。　It…〃　She　was　getting　ready　to　go　into　her　croon　again。　The　Wendy　Torrance　All…　purpose　Croon。　Pat。　Pending。
　　〃Let　him　finish；〃　Jack　said　curtly。
　　〃There　isn't　any　more；〃　Danny　said。　〃I　passed　out。　Either　because　she　was　choking　me　or　just　because　I　was　scared。　When　I　came　to；　I　was　dreaming　you　and　Mommy　were　fighting　over　me　and　you　wanted　to　do　the　Bad　Thing　again；　Daddy。
　　Then　I　knew　it　wasn't　a　dream　at　all　。　。　。　and　I　was　awake　。　。　。　and　。　。　。　I　wet　my　pants。　I　wet　my　pants　like　a　baby。〃　His　head　fell　back　against　Wendy's　sweater　and　he　began　to　cry　with　horrible　weakness；　his　hands　lying　limp　and　spent　in　his　lap。
　　Jack　got　up。　〃Take　care　of　him。〃
　　〃What　are　you　going　to　do？〃　Her　face　was　full　of　dread。
　　〃I'm　going　up　to　that　room；　what　did　you　think　I　was　going　to　do？　Have　coffee？
　　〃
　　〃No！　Don't；　Jack；　please　don't！〃
　　〃Wendy；　if　there's　someone　else　in　the　hotel；　we　have　to　know。〃
　　〃Don't　you　dare　leave　us　alone！〃　she　shrieked　at　him。　Spittle　flew　from　her　lips　with　the　force　of　her　cry。
　　Jack　said：　〃Wendy；　that's　a　remarkable　imitation　of　your　mom。〃　She　burst　into　tears　then；　unable　to　cover　her　face　because　Danny　was　on　her　lap。
　　〃I'm　sorry；〃　Jack　said。　〃But　I　have　to；　you　know。　I'm　the　goddam　caretaker。
　　It's　what　I'm　paid　for。〃　She　only　cried　harder　and　he　left　her　that　way；　going　out　of　the　kitchen；　rubbing　his　mouth　with　his　handkerchief　as　the　door　swung　shut　behind　him。
　　〃Don't　worry；　mommy；〃　Danny　said。　〃He'll　be　all　right。　He　doesn't　shine。
　　Nothing　here　can　hurt　him。〃　Through　her　tears　she　said；　〃No；　I　don't　believe　that。〃
　　　
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　　He　took　the　elevator　up　and　it　was　strange；　because　none　of　them　had　used　the　elevator　since　they　moved　in。　He　threw　the　brass　handle　over　and　it　wheezed　vibratoriously　up　the　shaft；　the　brass　grate　rattling　madly。　Wendy　had　a　true　claustrophobe's　horror　of　the　elevator；　he　knew。　She　envisioned　the　three　of　them　trapped　in　it　between　floors　while　the　winter　storms　raged　outside；　she　could　see　them　growing　thinner　and　weaker；　starving　to　death。　Or　perhaps　dining　on　each　other；　the　way　those　Rugby　players　had。　He　remembered　a　bumper　sticker　he　had　seen　in　Boulder；　RUGBY　PLAYERS　EAT　THEIR　OWN　DEAD。　He　could　think　of　others。　YOU　ARE　WHAT　YOU　EAT。　Or　menu　items。　Wele　to　the　Overlook　Dining　Room；　Pride　of　the　Rockies。　Eat　in　Splendor　at　the　Roof　of　the　World。　Human　Haunch　Broiled　Over　Matches　La　Specialite　de　la　Maison。　The　contemptuous　smile　flicked　over　his　features　again。　As　the　number　2　rose　on　the　shaft　wall；　he　threw　the　brass　handle　back　to　the　home　position　and　the　elevator　car　creaked　to　a　stop。　He　took　his　Excedrin　from　his　pocket；　shook　three　of　them　into　his　hand；　and　opened　the　elevator　door。　Nothing　in　the　Overlook　frightened　him。　He　felt　that　he　and　it　were　simpdtico。
　　He　walked　up　the　hall　flipping　his　Excedrin　into　his　mouth　and　chewing　them　one　by　one。　He　rounded　the　corner　into　the　short　corridor　off　the　main　hall。　The　door　to　Room　217　was　ajar；　and　the　passkey　hung　from　the　lock　on　its　white　paddle。
　　He　frowned；　feeling　a　wave　of　irritation　and　even　real　anger。　Whatever　had　e　of　it；　the　boy　had　been　trespassing。　He　had　been　told；　and　told　bluntly；　that　certain　areas　of　the　hotel　were　off　limits：　the　equipment　shed；　the　basement；　and　all　of　the　guest　rooms。　He　would　talk　to　Danny　about　that　just　as　soon　as　the　boy　was　over　his　fright。　He　would　talk　to　him　reasonably　but　sternly。　There　were　plenty　of　fathers　who　would　have　done　more　than　just　talk。
　　They　would　have　administered　a　good　shaking；　and　perhaps　that　was　what　Danny　needed。　If　the　boy　had　gotten　a　scare；　wasn't　that　at　least　his　just　deserts？
　　He　walked　down　to　the　door；　removed　the　passkey；　dropped　it　into　his　pocket；　and　stepped　inside。　The　overhead　light　was　on。　He　glanced　at　the　bed；　saw　it　was　not　rumpled；　and　then　walked　directly　across　to　the　bathroom　door。　A　curious　certainty　had　grown　in　him。　Although　Watson　had　mentioned　no　names　or　room　numbers；　Jack　felt　sure　that　this　was　the　room　the　lawyer's　wife　and　her　stud　had　shared；　that　this　was　the　bathroom　where　she　had　been　found　dead；　full　of　barbiturates　and　Colorado　Lounge　booze。
　　He　pushed　the　mirror…backed　bathroom　door　open　and　stepped　through。　The　light　in　here　was　off。　He　turned　it　on　and　observed　the　long；　Pullman…car　room；　furnished　in　the　distinctive　early　nineteen…hundreds…remodeled…in…the…twenties　style　that　seemed　mon　to　all　Overlook　bathrooms；　except　for　the　ones　on　the　third　floor…those　were　properly　Byzantine；　as　befitted　the　royalty；　politicians；　movie　stars；　and　capos　who　had　stayed　there　over　the　years。
　　The　shower　curtain；　a　pallid　pastel　pink；　was　drawn　protectively　around　the　long　claw…footed　tub。
　　（nevertheless　they　did　move）　And　for　the　first　time　he　felt　his　new　sense　of　sureness　（almost　cockiness）　that　had　e　over　him　when　Danny　ran　to　him　shouting　It　was　her！　It　was　her！
　　deserting　him。　A　chilled　finger　pressed　gently　against　the　base　of　his　spine；　cooling　him　off　ten　degrees。　It　was　joined　by　others　and　they　suddenly　rippled　all　the　way　up　his　back　to　his　medulla　oblongata；　playing　his　spine　like　a　jungle　instrument。
　　His　anger　at　Danny　evaporated；　and　as　he　stepped　forward　and　pushed　the　shower　curtain　back　his　mouth　was　dry　and　he　felt　only　sympathy　for　his　son　and　terror　for　himself。
　　The　tub　was　dry　and　empty。
　　Relief　and　irritation　vented　in　a　sudden　〃Pahl〃　sound　that　escaped　his　pressed