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As
he
got
behind
the
truck
’
s
wheel
it
occurred
to
him
that
while
he
was
fascinated
by
the
Overlook
,
he
didn
’
t
much
like
it
.
He
wasn
’
t
sure
it
was
good
for
either
his
wife
or
his
son
or
himself
.
Maybe
that
was
why
he
had
called
Ullman
To
be
fired
while
there
was
still
time
.
He
backed
the
truck
out
of
its
parking
space
and
headed
them
out
of
town
and
up
into
the
mountains
.
It
was
ten
o
’
clock
.
Their
quarters
were
filled
with
counterfeit
sleep
.
Jack
lay
on
his
side
facing
the
wall
,
eyes
open
,
listening
to
Wendy
’
s
slow
and
regular
breathing
.
The
taste
of
dissolved
aspirin
was
still
on
his
tongue
,
making
it
feel
rough
and
slightly
numb
.
Al
Shockley
had
called
at
quarter
of
six
,
quarter
of
eight
back
East
.
Wendy
had
been
downstairs
with
Danny
,
sitting
in
front
of
the
lobby
fireplace
and
reading
.
"
Person
to
person
,
"
the
operator
said
,
"
for
Mr
.
Jack
Torrance
.
"
"
Speaking
.
"
He
had
switched
the
phone
to
his
right
hand
,
had
dug
his
handkerchief
out
of
his
back
pocket
with
his
left
,
and
had
wiped
his
tender
lips
with
it
.
Then
he
lit
a
cigarette
.
Al
’
s
voice
then
,
strong
in
his
ear
:
"
Jacky
-
boy
,
what
in
the
name
of
God
are
you
up
to
?
"
"
Hi
,
Al
.
"
He
snuffed
the
cigarette
and
groped
for
the
Excedrin
bottle
.
"
What
’
s
going
on
,
Jack
?
I
got
this
weird
phone
call
from
Stuart
Ullman
this
afternoon
.
And
when
Stu
Ullman
calls
long
-
distance
out
of
his
own
pocket
,
you
know
the
shit
has
hit
the
fan
.
"
