or a moment while Watson blew his
nose again。
〃You'll find all the tools you need out there and some you don't； I guess。 And
there's the shingles。 Did Ullman tell you about that？〃
〃Yes； he wants part of the west roof reshingled。〃
〃Hell get all the for…free out of you that he can； the fat little prick； and
then whine around in the spring about how you didn't do the job half right。 I
told him once right to his face； I said 。。。〃
Watson's words faded away to a forting drone as they mounted the stairs。
Jack Torrance looked back over his shoulder once into the impenetrable； musty…
smelling darkness and thought that if there was ever a place that should have
ghosts； this was it。 He thought of Grady； locked in by the soft； implacable
snow； going quietly berserk and mitting his atrocity。 Did they scream？ he
wondered。 Poor Grady； feeling it close in on him more every day； and knowing at
last that for him spring would never e。 He shouldn't have been here。 And he
shouldn't have lost his temper。
As he followed Watson through the door； the words echoed back to him like a
knell； acpanied by a sharp snap…like a breaking pencil lead。 Dear God； he
could use a drink。 Or a thousand of them。
》
SHADOWLAND
Danny weakened and went up for his milk and cookies at quarter past four。 He
gobbled them while looking out the window； then went in to kiss his mother； who
was lying down。 She suggested that he stay in and watch 〃Sesame Street〃 — the
time would pass faster — but he shook his head firmly and went back to his place
on the curb。
Now it was five o'clock； and although he didn't have a watch and couldn't tell