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The
lions
were
gone
.
Now
he
saw
a
pink
pastel
shower
curtain
with
a
dark
shape
lounging
behind
it
.
The
closed
door
.
That
muffled
,
hurried
thump
,
and
sounds
after
it
that
might
have
been
running
footsteps
.
The
horrible
,
lurching
beat
of
his
own
heart
as
he
struggled
with
the
passkey
.
"
Nothing
,
"
he
said
,
and
that
was
true
.
He
had
been
strung
tip
,
not
sure
of
what
was
happening
.
He
hadn
’
t
had
a
chance
to
sift
through
his
thoughts
for
a
reasonable
explanation
concerning
the
bruises
on
his
son
’
s
neck
.
He
had
been
pretty
damn
suggestible
himself
.
Hallucinations
could
sometimes
be
catching
.
"
And
you
haven
’
t
changed
your
mind
?
About
the
snowmobile
,
I
mean
?
"
His
hands
clamped
into
sudden
tight
fists
(
Stop
nagging
me
!
)
by
his
sides
.
"
I
said
I
would
,
didn
’
t
I
?
I
will
.
Now
go
to
sleep
.
It
’
s
been
a
long
hard
day
.
"
"
And
how
,
"
she
said
.
There
was
a
rustle
of
bedclothes
as
she
turned
toward
him
and
kissed
his
shoulder
.
"
I
love
you
,
Jack
.
"
"
I
love
you
too
,
"
he
said
,
but
he
was
only
mouthing
the
words
.
His
hands
were
still
clenched
into
fists
.
They
felt
like
rocks
on
the
ends
of
his
arms
.
The
pulse
beat
prominently
in
his
forehead
.
She
hadn
’
t
said
a
word
about
what
was
going
to
happen
to
them
after
they
got
down
,
when
the
party
was
over
.
Not
one
word
.
It
had
been
Danny
this
and
Danny
that
and
Jack
I
’
m
so
scared
.
Oh
yes
,
she
was
scared
of
a
lot
of
closet
boogeymen
and
jumping
shadows
,
plenty
scared
.
But
there
was
no
lack
of
real
ones
,
either
.
When
they
got
down
to
Sidewinder
they
would
arrive
with
sixty
dollars
and
the
clothes
they
stood
up
in
.
Not
even
a
car
.
Even
if
Sidewinder
bad
a
pawnshop
,
which
it
didn
’
t
,
they
had
nothing
to
hock
but
Wendy
’
s
ninety
-
dollar
diamond
engagement
ring
and
the
Sony
AM
/
FM
radio
.
A
pawnbroker
might
give
them
twenty
bucks
.
A
kind
pawnbroker
.
There
would
be
no
job
,
not
even
part
-
time
or
seasonal
,
except
maybe
shoveling
out
driveways
for
three
dollars
a
shot
.
The
picture
of
John
Torrance
,
thirty
years
old
,
who
had
once
published
in
Esquire
and
who
had
harbored
dreams
-
not
at
all
unreasonable
dreams
,
he
feltof
becoming
a
major
American
writer
during
the
next
decade
,
with
a
shovel
from
the
Sidewinder
Western
Auto
on
his
shoulder
,
ringing
doorbells
…
that
picture
suddenly
came
to
him
much
more
clearly
than
the
hedge
lions
and
he
clenched
his
fists
tighter
still
,
feeling
the
fingernails
sink
into
his
palms
and
draw
blood
in
mystic
quarter
-
moon
shapes
.
John
Tor
rance
,
standing
in
line
to
change
his
sixty
dollars
into
food
stamps
,
standing
in
line
again
at
the
Sidewinder
Methodist
Church
to
get
donated
commodities
and
dirty
looks
from
the
locals
.
John
Torrance
explaining
to
Al
that
they
’
d
just
had
to
leave
,
had
to
shut
down
the
boiler
,
had
to
leave
the
Overlook
and
all
it
contained
open
to
vandals
or
thieves
on
snow
machines
because
,
you
see
,
Al
,
attendez
-
vous
,
Al
,
there
are
ghosts
up
there
and
they
have
it
in
for
my
boy
.
Good
-
by
,
Al
.
Thoughts
of
Chapter
Four
,
Spring
Comes
for
John
Torrance
.
What
then
?
Whatever
then
?
They
might
be
able
to
get
to
the
West
Coast
in
the
VW
,
he
supposed
.
A
new
fuel
pump
would
do
it
.
Fifty
miles
west
of
here
and
it
was
all
downhill
,
you
could
damn
near
put
the
bug
in
neutral
and
coast
to
Utah
.
On
to
sunny
California
,
land
of
oranges
and
opportunity
.
A
man
with
his
sterling
record
of
alcoholism
,
studentbeating
,
and
ghost
-
chasing
would
undoubtedly
be
able
to
write
his
own
ticket
.
Anything
you
like
.
Custodial
engineer
-
swamping
out
Greyhound
buses
.
The
automotive
business
-
washing
cars
in
a
rubber
suit
.
The
culinary
arts
,
perhaps
,
washing
dishes
in
a
diner
.
Or
possibly
a
more
responsible
position
,
such
as
pumping
gas
.
A
job
like
that
even
held
the
intellectual
stimulation
of
making
change
and
writing
out
credit
slips
.
I
can
give
you
twenty
-
five
hours
a
week
at
the
minimum
wage
.
That
was
heavy
tunes
in
a
year
when
Wonder
bread
went
for
sixty
cents
a
loaf
.
