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"
Do
you
mean
Mr
.
Trent
or
-
"
"
I
mean
Mr
.
Ullman
.
"
"
I
believe
Mr
.
Ullman
is
busy
,
but
if
you
would
like
me
to
check
-
"
"
I
would
.
Tell
him
it
’
s
Jack
Torrance
calling
from
Colorado
.
"
"
One
moment
,
please
.
"
She
put
him
on
hold
.
Jack
’
s
dislike
for
that
cheap
,
self
-
important
little
prick
Ullman
came
flooding
back
.
He
took
one
of
the
Excedrins
from
the
counter
,
regarded
it
for
a
moment
,
then
put
it
into
his
mouth
and
began
to
chew
it
,
slowly
and
with
relish
.
The
taste
flooded
back
like
memory
,
making
his
saliva
squirt
in
mingled
pleasure
and
unhappiness
.
A
dry
,
bitter
taste
,
but
a
compelling
one
.
He
swallowed
with
a
grimace
.
Chewing
aspirin
had
been
a
habit
with
him
in
his
drinking
days
;
he
hadn
’
t
done
it
at
all
since
then
.
But
when
your
headache
was
bad
enough
,
a
hangover
headache
or
one
like
this
one
,
chewing
them
seemed
to
make
them
get
to
work
quicker
.
He
had
read
somewhere
that
chewing
aspirin
could
become
addictive
.
Where
had
he
read
that
,
anyway
?
Frowning
,
he
tried
to
think
.
And
then
Ullman
came
on
the
line
.
"
Torrance
?
What
’
s
the
trouble
?
"
"
No
trouble
,
"
he
said
.
"
The
boiler
’
s
okay
and
I
haven
’
t
even
gotten
around
to
murdering
my
wife
yet
.
I
’
m
saving
that
until
after
the
holidays
,
when
things
get
dull
.
"
"
Very
funny
.
Why
are
you
calling
?
I
’
m
a
busy
-
"
