urrowing； trying to get Into the feeling of
his mommy's thoughts。 It was always harder when they weren't right there in the
room with him。 Then he began to get it。 Mommy was thinking about a sister。 Her
sister。 The sister was dead。 His mommy was thinking that was the main thing that
turned her mommy into such a
（bitch？）
into such an old biddy。 Because her sister had died。 As a little girl she was
（hit by a car oh god i could never stand anything like that again like aileen
but what if he's sick really sick cancer spinal meningitis leukemia brain tumor
like john gunther's son or muscular dystrophy oh jeez kids his age get leukemia
all the time radium treatments chemotherapy we couldn't afford anything like
that but of course they just can't turn you out to die on the street can they
and anyway he's all right all right all right you really shouldn't let yourself
think）
（Danny — ）
（about aileen and）
（Dannee — ）
（that car）
（Dannee — ）
But Tony wasn't there。 Only his voice。 And as it faded； Danny followed it down
into darkness； falling and tumbling down some magic hole between Dr。 Bill's
swinging loafers； past a loud knocking sound； further； a bathtub cruised
silently by in the darkness with some horrible thing lolling in it； past a sound
like sweetly chiming church bells； past a clock under a dome of glass。
Then the dark was pierced feebly by a single light； festooned with cobwebs。
The weak glow disclosed a stone floor that looked damp and unpleasant。 Somewhere
not far distant was a steady mechanical roaring sound； but muted； not
frightening。 Soporific。 It was the thing that would be forg