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"
Yes
,
Mom
.
"
She
seemed
satisfied
.
"
How
’
s
your
hand
?
"
He
flexed
it
for
her
.
"
All
better
.
"
She
nodded
.
Jack
had
taken
the
nest
under
the
Pyrex
bowl
,
full
of
frozen
wasps
,
out
to
the
incinerator
in
back
of
the
equipment
shed
and
burned
it
.
They
had
seen
no
more
wasps
since
.
He
had
written
to
a
lawyer
in
Boulder
,
enclosing
the
snaps
of
Danny
’
s
hand
,
and
the
lawyer
had
called
back
two
days
ago
-
that
had
put
Jack
in
a
foul
temper
all
afternoon
.
The
lawyer
doubted
if
the
company
that
had
manufactured
the
bug
bomb
could
be
sued
successfully
because
there
was
only
Jack
to
testify
that
he
had
followed
directions
printed
on
the
package
.
Jack
had
asked
the
lawyer
if
they
couldn
’
t
purchase
some
others
and
test
them
for
the
same
defect
.
Yes
,
the
lawyer
said
,
but
the
results
were
highly
doubtful
even
if
all
the
test
bombs
malfunctioned
.
He
told
Jack
of
a
case
that
involved
an
extension
ladder
company
and
a
man
who
had
broken
his
back
.
Wendy
had
commiserated
with
Jack
,
but
privately
she
had
just
been
glad
that
Danny
had
gotten
off
as
cheaply
as
he
had
.
It
was
best
to
leave
lawsuits
to
people
who
understood
them
,
and
that
did
not
include
the
Torrances
.
And
they
had
seen
no
more
wasps
since
.
"
Go
and
play
,
doc
.
Have
fun
.
"
But
he
hadn
’
t
had
fun
.
He
had
wandered
aimlessly
around
the
hotel
,
poking
into
the
maids
’
closets
and
the
janitor
’
s
rooms
,
looking
for
something
interesting
,
not
finding
it
,
a
small
boy
padding
along
a
dark
blue
carpet
woven
with
twisting
black
lines
.
He
had
tried
a
room
door
from
time
to
time
,
but
of
course
they
were
all
locked
.
The
passkey
was
hanging
down
in
the
office
,
he
knew
where
,
but
Daddy
had
told
him
he
shouldn
’
t
touch
that
.
And
he
didn
’
t
want
to
.
Did
be
?
(
Why
are
you
here
?
)
There
was
nothing
aimless
about
it
after
all
.
He
had
been
drawn
to
Room
217
by
a
morbid
kind
of
curiosity
.
He
remembered
a
story
Daddy
had
read
to
him
once
when
he
was
drunk
.
That
had
been
a
long
time
ago
,
but
the
story
was
just
as
vivid
now
as
when
Daddy
had
read
it
to
him
.
Mommy
had
scolded
Daddy
and
asked
what
he
was
doing
,
reading
a
three
-
year
-
old
baby
something
so
horrible
.
The
name
of
the
story
was
Bluebeard
.
That
was
clear
in
his
mind
too
,
because
he
had
thought
at
first
Daddy
was
saying
Bluebird
,
and
there
were
no
bluebirds
in
the
story
,
or
birds
of
any
kind
for
that
matter
.
Actually
the
story
was
about
Bluebeard
’
s
wife
,
a
pretty
lady
that
had
corn
-
colored
hair
like
Mommy
.
After
Bluebeard
married
her
,
they
lived
in
a
big
and
ominous
castle
that
was
not
unlike
the
Overlook
.
And
every
day
Bluebeard
went
off
to
work
and
every
day
he
would
tell
his
pretty
little
wife
not
to
look
in
a
certain
room
,
although
the
key
to
that
room
was
hanging
right
on
a
hook
,
just
like
the
passkey
was
hanging
on
the
office
wall
downstairs
.
Bluebeard
’
s
wife
had
gotten
more
and
more
curious
about
the
locked
room
.
She
tried
to
peep
through
the
keyhole
the
way
Danny
had
tried
to
look
through
Room
217
’
s
peephole
with
similar
unsatisfying
results
.
There
was
even
a
picture
of
her
getting
down
on
her
knees
and
trying
to
look
under
the
door
,
but
the
crack
wasn
’
t
wide
enough
.
The
door
swung
wide
and
…
