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Danny
was
remembering
the
words
of
someone
else
who
had
worked
at
the
Overlook
during
the
season
:
Her
saying
she
’
d
seen
something
in
one
of
the
rooms
where
…
a
bad
thing
happened
.
That
was
in
Room
217
and
I
want
you
to
promise
me
you
won
’
t
go
in
there
,
Danny
…
steer
right
clear
…
It
was
a
perfectly
ordinary
door
,
no
different
from
any
other
door
on
the
first
two
floors
of
the
hotel
.
It
was
dark
gray
,
halfway
down
a
corridor
that
ran
at
right
angles
to
the
main
second
-
floor
hallway
.
The
numbers
on
the
door
looked
no
different
from
the
house
numbers
on
the
Boulder
apartment
building
they
had
lived
in
.
A
2
,
a
1
,
and
a
7
.
Big
deal
.
Just
below
them
was
a
tiny
glass
circle
,
a
peephole
.
Danny
had
tried
several
of
them
.
From
the
inside
you
got
a
wide
,
fish
-
eye
view
of
the
corridor
.
From
outside
you
could
screw
up
your
eye
seven
ways
to
Sunday
and
still
not
see
a
thing
.
A
dirty
gyp
:
(
Why
are
you
here
?
)
After
the
walk
behind
the
Overlook
,
he
and
Mommy
had
come
back
and
she
had
fixed
him
his
favorite
lunch
,
a
cheese
and
bologna
sandwich
plus
Campbell
’
s
Bean
Soup
.
They
ate
in
Dick
’
s
kitchen
and
talked
.
The
radio
was
on
,
getting
thin
and
crackly
music
from
the
Estes
Park
station
.
The
kitchen
was
his
favorite
place
in
the
hotel
,
and
he
guessed
that
Mommy
and
Daddy
must
feel
the
same
way
,
because
after
trying
their
meals
in
the
dining
room
for
three
days
or
so
,
they
had
begun
eating
in
the
kitchen
by
mutual
consent
,
setting
up
chairs
around
Dick
Hallorann
’
s
butcher
block
,
which
was
almost
as
big
as
their
dining
room
table
back
in
Stovington
,
anyway
.
The
dining
room
had
been
too
depressing
,
even
with
the
lights
on
and
the
music
playing
from
the
tape
cassette
system
in
the
ofce
.
You
were
still
just
one
of
three
people
sitting
at
a
table
surrounded
by
dozens
of
other
tables
,
all
empty
,
all
covered
with
those
transparent
plastic
dustcloths
.
Mommy
said
it
was
like
having
dinner
in
the
middle
of
a
Horace
Walpole
novel
,
and
Daddy
had
laughed
and
agreed
.
Danny
had
no
idea
who
Horace
Walpole
was
,
but
he
did
know
that
Mommy
’
s
cooking
had
begun
to
taste
better
as
soon
as
they
began
to
eat
it
in
the
kitchen
.
He
kept
discovering
little
flashes
of
Dick
Hallorann
’
s
personality
lying
around
,
and
they
reassured
him
like
a
warm
touch
.
Mommy
bad
eaten
half
a
sandwich
,
no
soup
.
She
said
Daddy
must
have
gone
out
for
a
walk
of
his
own
since
both
the
VW
and
the
hotel
truck
were
in
the
parking
lot
.
She
said
she
was
tired
and
might
lie
down
for
an
hour
or
so
,
if
he
thought
he
could
amuse
himself
and
not
get
into
trouble
.
Danny
told
her
around
a
mouthful
of
cheese
and
bologna
that
he
thought
he
could
.
"
Why
don
’
t
you
go
out
into
the
playground
?
"
she
asked
him
.
"
I
thought
you
’
d
love
that
place
,
with
a
sandbox
for
your
trucks
and
all
.
"
He
swallowed
and
the
food
went
down
his
throat
in
a
lump
that
was
dry
and
hard
.
"
Maybe
I
will
,
"
he
said
,
turning
to
the
radio
and
fiddling
with
it
.
