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And
then
the
mallet
crashed
home
,
striking
Danny
right
between
the
eyes
,
closing
them
forever
.
And
something
somewhere
seemed
to
be
laughing
-
(
!
No
!
)
*
*
*
He
came
out
of
it
standing
naked
over
Danny
’
s
bed
,
his
hands
empty
,
his
body
sheened
with
sweat
.
His
final
scream
had
only
been
in
his
mind
.
He
voiced
it
again
,
this
time
in
a
whisper
.
"
No
.
No
,
Danny
.
Never
"
He
went
back
to
bed
on
legs
that
had
turned
to
rubber
.
Wendy
was
sleeping
deeply
.
The
clock
on
the
nightstand
said
it
was
quarter
to
five
.
He
lay
sleepless
until
seven
,
when
Danny
began
to
stir
awake
.
Then
he
put
his
legs
over
the
edge
of
the
bed
and
began
to
dress
.
It
was
time
to
go
downstairs
and
check
the
boiler
.
Sometime
after
midnight
,
while
they
all
slept
uneasily
,
the
snow
had
stopped
after
dumping
a
fresh
eight
inches
on
the
old
crust
.
The
clouds
had
broken
,
a
fresh
wind
had
swept
them
away
,
and
now
Jack
stood
in
a
dusty
ingot
of
sunlight
,
which
slanted
through
the
dirty
window
set
into
the
eastern
side
of
the
equipment
shed
.
The
place
was
about
as
long
as
a
freight
car
,
and
about
as
high
.
It
smelled
of
grease
and
oil
and
gasoline
and
-
faint
,
nostalgic
smell
-
sweet
grass
.
Four
power
lawnmowers
were
ranked
like
soldiers
on
review
against
the
south
wall
,
two
of
them
the
riding
type
that
look
like
small
tractors
.
To
their
left
were
posthole
diggers
,
round
-
bladed
shovels
made
for
doing
surgery
on
the
putting
green
,
a
chain
saw
,
the
electric
hedge
-
clippers
,
and
a
long
thin
steel
pole
with
a
red
flag
at
the
top
.
Caddy
,
fetch
my
ball
in
under
ten
seconds
and
there
’
s
a
quarter
in
it
for
you
.
Yes
,
sir
.
Against
the
eastern
wall
,
where
the
morning
sun
slanted
in
most
strongly
,
three
Ping
-
Pong
tables
leaned
one
against
the
other
like
a
drunken
house
of
cards
.
Their
nets
had
been
removed
and
flopped
down
from
the
shelf
above
.
In
the
corner
was
a
stack
of
shuffleboard
weights
and
a
roque
set
-
the
wickets
banded
together
with
twists
of
wire
,
the
brightly
painted
balls
in
an
egg
-
carton
sort
of
thing
(
strange
hens
you
have
up
here
,
Watson
…
yes
,
and
you
should
see
the
animals
down
on
the
front
lawn
,
ha
-
ha
)
,
and
the
mallets
,
two
sets
of
them
,
standing
in
their
racks
.
