im and ruffling his hair。 〃You
sure you don't want to e to Florida with me； my boy？ Learn to cook the
sweetest shrimp creole this side of paradise？〃
Danny put his hands over his mouth and giggled and retreated to his father's
side。
〃You three folks could eat up here for a year； I guess；〃 Hallorann said。 〃We
got a cold…pantry； a walk…in freezer； all sorts of vegetable bins； and two
refrigerators。 e on and let me show you。〃
For the next ten minutes Hallorann opened bins and doors； disclosing food in
such amounts as Wendy had never seen before。 The food supplies amazed her but
did not reassure her as much as she might have thought： the Donner Party kept
recurring to her； not with thoughts of cannibalism （with all this food it would
indeed be a long time before they were reduced to such poor rations as each
other）； but with the reinforced idea that this was indeed a serious business：
when snow fell； getting out of here would not be a matter of an hour's drive to
Sidewinder but a major operation。 They would sit up here in this deserted grand
hotel； eating the food that had been left them like creatures in a fairy tale
and listening to the bitter wind around their snowbound eaves。 In Vermont； when
Danny had broken his arm
（when Jack broke Danny's arm）
she had called the emergency Medix squad； dialing the number from the little
card attached to the phone。 They had been at the house only ten minutes later。
There were other numbers written on that little card。 You could have a police
car in five minutes and a fire truck in even less time than that； because the
fire station was only three blocks away and one block