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The
stone
read
Mark
Anthony
Torrance
,
Loving
Father
.
To
that
Jack
would
have
added
one
line
:
He
Knew
How
to
Play
Elevator
.
There
had
been
a
great
lot
of
insurance
money
.
There
are
people
who
collect
insurance
as
compulsively
as
others
collect
coins
and
stamps
,
and
Mark
Torrance
had
been
that
type
.
The
insurance
money
came
in
at
the
same
time
the
monthly
policy
payments
and
liquor
bills
stopped
.
For
five
years
they
had
been
rich
.
Nearly
rich
…
In
his
shallow
,
uneasy
sleep
his
face
rose
before
him
as
if
in
a
glass
,
his
face
but
not
his
face
,
the
wide
eyes
and
innocent
bowed
mouth
of
a
boy
sitting
in
the
ball
with
his
trucks
,
waiting
for
his
daddy
,
waiting
for
the
white
ghostgod
,
waiting
for
the
elevator
to
rise
up
with
dizzying
,
exhilarating
speed
through
the
salt
-
and
-
sawdust
mist
of
exhaled
taverns
,
waiting
perhaps
for
it
to
go
crashing
down
,
spilling
old
clocksprings
out
of
his
ears
while
his
daddy
roared
with
laughter
,
and
it
(
transformed
into
Danny
’
s
face
,
so
much
like
his
own
had
been
,
his
eyes
had
been
light
blue
while
Danny
’
s
were
cloudy
gray
,
but
the
lips
still
made
a
bow
and
the
complexion
was
fair
;
Danny
in
his
study
,
wearing
training
pants
,
all
his
papers
soggy
and
the
fine
misty
smell
of
beer
rising
…
a
dreadful
batter
all
in
ferment
,
rising
on
the
wings
of
yeast
,
the
breath
of
taverns
…
snap
of
bone
…
his
own
voice
,
mewling
drunkenly
Danny
,
you
okay
doc
?
…
Oh
God
oh
God
your
poor
sweet
arm
…
and
that
face
transformed
into
)
(
momma
’
s
dazed
face
rising
up
from
below
the
table
,
punched
and
bleeding
,
and
momma
was
saying
)
(
"
-
from
your
father
.
I
repeat
,
an
enormously
important
announcement
from
your
father
.
Please
stay
tuned
or
tune
immediately
to
the
Happy
Jack
frequency
.
Repeat
,
tune
immediately
to
the
Happy
Hour
frequency
.
I
repeat
-
"
)
A
slow
dissolve
.
Disembodied
voices
echoing
up
to
him
as
if
along
an
endless
,
cloudy
hallway
.
(
Things
keep
getting
in
the
way
,
dear
Tommy
…
)
(
Medoc
,
are
you
here
?
I
’
ve
been
sleepwalking
again
,
my
dear
.
It
’
s
the
inhuman
monsters
that
I
fear
…
)
