se he has the shine； too。〃
〃Shine？〃
〃It's 。。。〃 Danny made a sweeping； all…enpassing gesture with his hands。
〃It's being able to understand things。 To know things。 Sometimes you see things。
Like me knowing Uncle Al called。 And Mr。 Hallorann knowing you call me doc。 Mr。
Hallorann； he was peeling potatoes in the Army when he knew his brother got
killed in a train crash。 And when he called home it was true。〃
〃Holy God；〃 Jack whispered。 〃You're not making this up； are you； Dan？〃
Danny shook his head violently。 〃No； I swear to God。〃 Then； with a touch of
pride he added： 〃Mr。 Hallorann said I had the best 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 descr