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The
question
framed
on
her
lips
was
one
she
and
Jack
had
asked
Danny
a
thousand
times
:
How
do
you
know
that
?
She
hadn
’
t
asked
him
.
She
didn
’
t
want
to
upset
him
before
bed
,
or
make
him
aware
that
they
were
casually
discussing
his
knowledge
of
things
he
had
no
way
of
knowing
at
all
.
And
he
did
know
,
she
was
convinced
of
that
.
Dr
.
Edmonds
’
s
patter
about
inductive
reasoning
and
subconscious
logic
was
just
that
:
patter
.
Her
sister
…
how
had
Danny
known
she
was
thinking
about
Aileen
in
the
waiting
room
that
day
?
And
(
I
dreamed
Daddy
had
an
accident
.
)
She
shook
her
head
,
as
if
to
clear
it
.
"
Go
wash
up
,
doc
.
"
"
Okay
.
"
He
ran
up
the
stairs
toward
their
quarters
.
Frowning
,
she
had
gone
into
the
kitchen
to
warm
Jack
’
s
milk
in
a
saucepan
.
And
now
,
lying
wakeful
in
her
bed
and
listening
to
her
husband
’
s
breathing
and
the
wind
outside
(
miraculously
,
they
’
d
had
only
another
flurry
that
afternoon
;
still
no
heavy
snow
)
,
she
let
her
mind
turn
fully
to
her
lovely
,
troubling
son
,
born
with
a
caul
over
his
face
,
a
simple
tissue
of
membrane
that
doctors
saw
perhaps
once
in
every
seven
hundred
births
,
a
tissue
that
the
old
wives
’
tales
said
betokened
the
second
sight
.
She
decided
that
it
was
time
to
talk
to
Danny
about
the
Overlook
…
and
high
time
she
tried
to
get
Danny
to
talk
to
her
.
Tomorrow
.
For
sure
.
The
two
of
them
would
be
going
down
to
the
Sidewinder
Public
Library
to
see
if
they
could
get
him
some
second
-
grade
-
level
books
on
an
extended
loan
through
the
winter
,
and
she
would
talk
to
him
.
And
frankly
.
With
that
thought
she
felt
a
little
easier
,
and
at
last
began
to
drift
toward
sleep
.
*
*
*
Danny
lay
awake
in
his
bedroom
,
eyes
open
,
left
arm
encircling
his
aged
and
slightly
worse
-
for
-
wear
Pooh
(
Pooh
had
lost
one
shoe
-
button
eye
and
was
oozing
stuffing
from
half
a
dozen
sprung
seams
)
,
listening
to
his
parents
sleep
in
their
bedroom
.
He
felt
as
if
he
were
standing
unwilling
guard
over
them
.
The
nights
were
the
worst
of
all
.
He
hated
the
nights
and
the
constant
howl
of
the
wind
around
the
west
side
of
the
hotel
.
His
glider
floated
overhead
from
a
string
.
On
his
bureau
the
VW
model
,
brought
up
from
the
roadway
setup
downstairs
,
glowed
a
dimly
fluorescent
purple
.
His
books
were
in
the
bookcase
,
his
coloring
books
on
the
desk
.
A
place
for
everything
and
everything
in
its
place
.
Mommy
said
.
Then
you
know
where
it
is
when
you
want
it
.
But
now
things
had
been
misplaced
.
Things
were
missing
.
Worse
still
,
things
had
been
added
,
things
you
couldn
’
t
quite
see
,
like
in
one
of
those
pictures
that
said
CAN
YOU
SEE
THE
INDIANS
?
And
if
you
strained
and
squinted
,
you
could
see
some
of
them
-
the
thing
you
had
taken
for
a
cactus
at
first
glance
was
really
a
brave
with
a
knife
clamped
in
his
teeth
,
and
there
were
others
hiding
in
the
rocks
,
and
you
could
even
see
one
of
their
evil
,
merciless
faces
peering
through
the
spokes
of
a
covered
wagon
wheel
.
But
you
could
never
see
all
of
them
,
and
that
was
what
made
you
uneasy
.
Because
it
was
the
ones
you
couldn
’
t
see
that
would
sneak
up
behind
you
,
a
tomahawk
in
one
hand
and
a
scalping
knife
in
the
other
…
