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"
But
if
it
was
my
hotel
,
"
he
said
,
"
I
’
d
cut
the
whole
damn
bunch
of
you
down
.
"
He
would
,
too
.
Just
cut
them
down
and
resod
the
lawn
where
they
’
d
been
and
put
in
half
a
dozen
small
metal
tables
with
gaily
colored
umbrellas
.
People
could
have
cocktails
on
the
Overlook
’
s
lawn
in
the
summer
sun
.
Sloe
gin
fizzes
and
margaritas
and
pink
ladies
and
all
those
sweet
tourist
drinks
.
A
rum
and
tonic
,
maybe
.
Jack
took
his
handkerchief
out
of
his
back
pocket
and
slowly
rubbed
his
lips
with
it
.
"
Come
on
,
come
on
,
"
he
said
softly
.
That
was
nothing
to
be
thinking
about
.
He
was
going
to
start
back
,
and
then
some
impulse
made
him
change
his
mind
and
he
went
down
to
the
playground
instead
.
It
was
funny
how
you
never
knew
kids
,
he
thought
.
He
and
Wendy
had
expected
Danny
would
love
the
playground
;
it
had
everything
a
kid
could
want
.
But
Jack
didn
’
t
think
the
boy
had
been
down
half
a
dozen
times
,
if
that
.
He
supposed
if
there
had
been
another
kid
to
play
with
,
it
would
have
been
different
.
The
gate
squeaked
slightly
as
he
let
himself
in
,
and
then
there
was
crushed
gravel
crunching
under
his
feet
.
He
went
first
to
the
playhouse
,
the
perfect
scale
model
of
the
Overlook
itself
.
It
came
up
to
his
lower
thigh
,
just
about
Danny
’
s
height
when
he
was
standing
up
.
Jack
hunkered
down
and
looked
in
the
third
-
floor
windows
.
"
The
giant
has
come
to
eat
you
all
up
in
your
beds
,
"
he
said
hollowly
.
"
Kiss
your
Triple
A
rating
goodbye
.
"
But
that
wasn
’
t
funny
,
either
.
You
could
open
the
house
simply
by
pulling
it
apart
-
it
opened
on
a
hidden
hinge
.
The
inside
was
a
disappointment
.
The
walls
were
painted
,
but
the
place
was
mostly
hollow
.
But
of
course
it
would
have
to
be
,
he
told
himself
,
or
how
else
could
the
kids
get
inside
?
What
play
furniture
might
go
with
the
place
in
the
summer
was
gone
,
probably
packed
away
in
the
equipment
shed
.
He
closed
it
up
and
heard
the
small
click
as
the
latch
closed
.
He
walked
over
to
the
slide
,
set
the
hedge
-
clipper
down
,
and
after
a
glance
back
at
the
driveway
to
make
sure
Wendy
and
Danny
hadn
’
t
returned
,
he
climbed
to
the
top
and
sat
down
.
This
was
the
big
kids
’
slide
,
but
the
fit
was
still
uncomfortably
tight
for
his
grownup
ass
.
How
long
had
it
been
since
he
had
been
on
a
slide
?
Twenty
years
?
It
didn
’
t
seem
possible
it
could
be
that
long
,
it
didn
’
t
feel
that
long
,
but
it
had
to
be
that
,
or
more
.
He
could
remember
his
old
man
taking
him
to
the
park
in
Berlin
when
he
had
been
Danny
’
s
age
,
and
he
had
done
the
whole
bit
-
slide
,
swings
,
teeter
-
totters
,
everything
.
He
and
the
old
man
would
have
a
hotdog
lunch
and
buy
peanuts
from
the
man
with
the
cart
afterward
.
They
would
sit
on
a
bench
to
eat
them
and
dusky
clouds
of
pigeons
would
flock
around
their
feet
.
"
Goddam
scavenger
birds
,
"
his
dad
would
say
,
"
don
’
t
you
feed
them
,
Jacky
.
"
But
they
would
both
end
up
feeding
them
,
and
giggling
at
the
way
they
ran
after
the
nuts
,
the
greedy
way
they
ran
after
the
nuts
.
Jack
didn
’
t
think
the
old
man
had
ever
taken
his
brothers
to
the
park
.
Jack
had
been
his
favorite
,
and
even
so
Jack
had
taken
his
lumps
when
the
old
man
was
drunk
,
which
was
a
lot
of
the
time
.
But
Jack
had
loved
him
for
as
long
as
he
was
able
,
long
after
the
rest
of
the
family
could
only
hate
and
fear
him
.
