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It
happens
to
all
of
us
sooner
or
later
.
He
yanked
the
door
open
almost
hard
enough
to
snap
the
binges
and
pulled
his
snowshoes
inside
.
They
were
clotted
with
snow
and
he
slapped
them
down
hard
enough
on
the
floor
to
raise
a
cloud
of
it
.
He
put
his
left
foot
on
the
left
shoe
…
and
paused
.
Danny
was
out
there
,
by
the
milk
platform
.
Trying
to
make
a
snowman
,
by
the
looks
.
Not
much
luck
;
the
snow
was
too
cold
to
stick
together
.
Still
,
he
was
giving
it
the
old
college
try
,
out
there
in
the
flashing
morning
,
a
speck
of
a
bundled
-
up
boy
above
the
brilliant
snow
and
below
the
brilliant
sky
.
Wearing
his
hat
turned
around
backward
like
Carlton
Fiske
.
(
What
in
the
name
of
God
were
you
thinking
of
?
)
The
answer
came
back
with
no
pause
.
(
Me
.
I
was
thinking
of
me
.
)
He
suddenly
remembered
lying
in
bed
the
night
before
,
lying
there
and
suddenly
he
had
been
contemplating
the
murder
of
his
wife
.
In
that
instant
,
kneeling
there
,
everything
came
clear
to
him
.
It
was
not
just
Danny
the
Overlook
was
working
on
.
It
was
working
on
him
,
too
.
It
wasn
’
t
Danny
who
was
the
weak
link
,
it
was
him
.
He
was
the
vulnerable
one
,
the
one
who
could
be
bent
and
twisted
until
something
snapped
.
(
until
i
let
go
and
sleep
…
and
when
i
do
that
if
i
do
that
)
He
looked
up
at
the
banks
of
windows
and
the
sun
threw
back
an
almost
blinding
glare
from
their
many
-
paned
surfaces
but
he
looked
anyway
.
