had called for Mr。 Hallorann； and upstairs；
sitting next to Danny in fear as her husband ranted and raved below； that had
seemed like the faintest of all hopes。 But standing here； in Mr。 Hallorann's
place； it seemed almost possible。 Perhaps he was on his way now； intent on
getting to them regardless of the storm。 Perhaps it was so。
She went across to the pantry； shot the bolt back； and stepped inside。 She got
a can of tomato soup and closed the pantry door again； and bolted it。 The door
was tight against the floor。 If you kept it bolted； you didn't have to worry
about rat or mouse droppings in the rice or flour or sugar。
She opened the can and dropped the slightly jellied contents into a saucepan —
plop。 She went to the refrigerator and got milk and eggs for the omelet。 Then to
the walk…in freezer for cheese。 All of these actions； so mon and so much a
part of her life before the Overlook had been a part of her life； helped to calm
her。
She melted butter in the frying pan； diluted the soup with milk； and then
poured the beaten eggs into the pan。
A sudden feeling that someone was standing