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"
Oh
,
I
doubt
it
,
"
Ullman
said
remotely
.
Watson
opened
one
of
the
two
big
main
doors
;
the
wind
whined
louder
and
began
to
flutter
the
collar
of
his
jacket
.
"
You
folks
take
care
now
,
"
he
said
.
It
was
Danny
who
answered
.
"
Yes
,
sir
,
we
will
.
"
Watson
,
whose
not
-
so
-
distant
ancestor
had
owned
this
place
,
slipped
humbly
through
the
door
.
It
closed
behind
him
,
muffling
the
wind
Together
they
watched
him
clop
down
the
porch
’
s
broad
front
steps
in
his
battered
black
cowboy
boots
.
Brittle
yellow
aspen
leaves
tumbled
around
his
heels
as
he
crossed
the
lot
to
his
International
Harvester
pickup
and
climbed
in
.
Blue
smoke
jetted
from
the
rusted
exhaust
pipe
as
he
started
it
up
.
The
spell
of
silence
held
among
them
as
he
backed
,
then
pulled
out
of
the
parking
lot
.
His
truck
disappeared
over
the
brow
of
the
hill
and
then
reappeared
,
smaller
,
on
the
main
road
,
heading
west
.
For
a
moment
Danny
felt
more
lonely
than
he
ever
had
in
his
life
.
The
Torrance
family
stood
together
on
the
long
front
porch
of
the
Overlook
Hotel
as
if
posing
for
a
family
portrait
,
Danny
in
the
middle
,
zippered
into
last
year
’
s
fall
jacket
which
was
now
too
small
and
starting
to
come
out
at
the
elbow
,
Wendy
behind
him
with
one
hand
on
his
shoulder
,
and
Jack
to
his
left
,
his
own
hand
resting
lightly
on
his
son
’
s
head
.
Mr
.
Ullman
was
a
step
below
them
,
buttoned
into
an
expensive
-
looking
brown
mohair
overcoat
.
The
sun
was
entirely
behind
the
mountains
now
,
edging
them
with
gold
fire
,
making
the
shadows
around
things
look
long
and
purple
.
The
only
three
vehicles
left
in
the
parking
lots
were
the
hotel
truck
,
Ullman
’
s
Lincoln
Continental
,
and
the
battered
Torrance
VW
.
"
You
’
ve
got
your
keys
,
then
;
"
Ullman
said
to
Jack
,
"
and
you
understand
fully
about
the
furnace
and
the
boiler
?
"
Jack
nodded
,
feeling
some
real
sympathy
for
Ullman
.
Everything
was
done
for
the
season
,
the
ball
of
string
was
neatly
wrapped
up
until
next
May
12
-
not
a
day
earlier
or
later
-
and
Ullman
,
who
was
responsible
for
all
of
it
and
who
referred
to
the
hotel
in
the
unmistakable
tones
of
infatuation
,
could
not
help
looking
for
loose
ends
.
