been Tom
from upstairs？ The cellar was dangerous； Daddy said。 That was why the landlord
kept it locked。 If someone was leaving it unlocked； Daddy wanted to know。 He was
glad to have his papers and his 〃PLAY〃 but it wouldn't be worth it to him； he
said； if Danny fell down the stairs and broke his 。。。 his leg。 Danny told his
father earnestly that he hadn't been down in the cellar。 That door was always
locked。 And Mommy agreed。 Danny never went down in the back hall； she said；
because it was damp and dark and spidery。 And he didn't tell lies。
〃Then how did you know； doc？〃 Daddy asked。
〃Tony showed me。〃
His mother and father had exchanged a look over his head。 This had happened
before； from time to time。 Because it was frightening； they swept it quickly
from their minds。 But he knew they worried about Tony； Mommy especially； and he
was careful about thinking the way that could make Tony e where she might
see。 But now he thought she was lying down； not moving about in the kitchen yet；
and so he concentrated hard to see if he could understand what Daddy was
thinking about。
His brow furrowed and his slightly grimy hands clenched into tight fists on
his jeans。 He did not close his eyes…that wasn't necessary…but he squinched them
down to slits and imagined Daddy's voice； Jack's voice； John Daniel Torrance's
voice； deep and steady； sometimes quirking up with amusement or deepening even
more with anger or just staying steady because he was thinking。 Thinking of。
Thinking about。 Thinking 。。
（thinking）
Danny sighed quietly and his body slumped on the curb as if all the muscles
had gone out of it。 He was fully