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He
crossed
jerkily
to
the
door
which
gave
on
the
hall
,
feeling
the
irregular
thump
of
a
headache
beginning
at
his
temples
.
Too
much
had
happened
today
,
too
much
by
far
.
He
wouldn
’
t
spank
the
boy
or
shake
him
,
just
talk
to
him
,
but
by
God
,
he
wasn
’
t
going
to
add
Room
217
to
his
problems
.
Not
on
the
basis
of
a
dry
bathmat
and
a
faint
smell
of
Lowila
soap
.
He
-
There
was
a
sudden
rattling
,
metallic
sound
behind
him
.
It
came
just
as
his
hand
closed
around
the
doorknob
,
and
an
observer
might
have
thought
the
brushed
steel
of
the
knob
carried
an
electric
charge
.
He
jerked
convulsively
,
eyes
widening
,
other
facial
features
drawing
in
,
grimacing
.
Then
he
had
control
of
himself
,
a
little
,
anyway
,
and
he
let
90
of
the
doorknob
and
turned
carefully
around
.
His
joints
creaked
.
He
began
to
walk
back
to
the
bathroom
door
,
step
by
leaden
step
.
The
shower
curtain
,
which
he
had
pushed
back
to
look
into
the
tub
,
was
now
drawn
.
The
metallic
rattle
,
which
had
sounded
to
him
like
a
stir
of
bones
in
a
crypt
,
had
been
the
curtain
rings
on
the
overhead
bar
.
Jack
stared
at
the
curtain
.
His
face
felt
as
if
it
had
been
heavily
waxed
,
all
dead
skin
on
the
outside
,
live
,
hot
rivulets
of
fear
on
the
inside
.
The
way
he
had
felt
on
the
playground
.
There
was
something
behind
the
pink
plastic
shower
curtain
.
There
was
something
in
the
tub
.
He
could
see
it
,
ill
defined
and
obscure
through
the
plastic
,
a
nearly
amorphous
shape
.
It
could
have
been
anything
.
A
trick
of
the
light
.
The
shadow
of
the
shower
attachment
.
A
woman
long
dead
and
reclining
in
her
bath
,
a
bar
of
Lowila
in
one
stiffening
hand
as
she
waited
patiently
for
whatever
lover
might
come
.
Jack
told
himself
to
step
forward
boldly
and
rake
the
shower
curtain
back
.
To
expose
whatever
might
be
there
.
Instead
he
turned
with
jerky
,
marionette
strides
,
his
heart
whamming
frightfully
in
his
chest
,
and
went
back
into
the
bed
/
sitting
room
.
The
door
to
the
hall
was
shut
.
He
stared
at
it
for
a
long
,
immobile
second
.
He
could
taste
his
terror
now
.
It
was
in
the
back
of
his
throat
like
a
taste
of
gone
-
over
cherries
.
He
walked
to
the
door
with
that
same
jerky
stride
and
forced
his
fingers
to
curl
around
the
knob
.
