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"
Yes
,
"
he
had
answered
noncommittally
.
On
this
sparkling
afternoon
the
two
of
them
were
upstairs
,
and
Danny
knew
that
they
had
been
making
love
.
They
were
dozing
now
.
They
were
happy
,
he
knew
.
His
mother
was
still
a
little
bit
afraid
,
but
his
father
’
s
attitude
was
strange
.
It
was
a
feeling
that
he
had
done
something
that
was
very
hard
and
had
done
it
right
.
But
Danny
could
not
seem
to
see
exactly
what
the
something
was
.
His
father
was
guarding
that
carefully
,
even
in
his
own
mind
.
Was
it
possible
,
Danny
wondered
,
to
be
glad
you
had
done
something
and
still
be
so
ashamed
of
that
something
that
you
tried
not
to
think
of
it
?
The
question
was
a
disturbing
one
.
He
didn
’
t
think
such
a
thing
was
possible
…
in
a
normal
mind
.
His
hardest
probings
at
his
father
had
only
brought
him
a
dim
picture
of
something
like
an
octopus
,
whirling
up
into
the
hard
blue
sky
.
And
on
both
occasions
that
he
had
concentrated
hard
enough
to
get
this
,
Daddy
had
suddenly
been
staring
at
him
in
a
sharp
and
frightening
way
,
as
if
he
knew
what
Danny
was
doing
.
Now
he
was
in
the
lobby
,
getting
ready
to
go
out
.
He
went
out
a
lot
,
taking
his
sled
or
wearing
his
snowshoes
.
He
liked
to
get
out
of
the
hotel
.
When
he
was
out
in
the
sunshine
,
it
seemed
like
a
weight
had
slipped
from
his
shoulders
.
He
pulled
a
chair
over
,
stood
on
it
,
and
got
his
parka
and
snow
pants
out
of
the
ballroom
closet
,
and
then
sat
down
on
the
chair
to
put
them
on
.
His
boots
were
in
the
boot
box
and
he
pulled
them
on
,
his
tongue
creeping
out
into
the
corner
of
his
mouth
in
concentration
as
he
laced
them
and
tied
the
rawhide
into
careful
granny
knots
.
He
pulled
on
his
mittens
and
his
ski
mask
and
was
ready
.
He
tramped
out
through
the
kitchen
to
the
back
door
,
then
paused
.
He
was
tired
of
playing
out
back
,
and
at
this
time
of
day
the
hotel
’
s
shadow
would
be
cast
over
his
play
area
.
He
didn
’
t
even
like
being
in
the
Overlook
’
s
shadow
.
He
decided
be
would
put
on
his
snowshoes
and
go
down
to
the
playground
instead
.
Dick
Hallorann
had
told
him
to
stay
away
from
the
topiary
,
but
the
thought
of
the
hedge
animals
did
not
bother
him
much
.
They
were
buried
under
snowdrifts
now
,
nothing
showing
but
a
vague
hump
that
was
the
rabbit
’
s
head
and
the
lions
’
tails
.
Sticking
out
of
the
snow
the
way
they
were
,
the
tails
looked
more
absurd
than
frightening
.
Danny
opened
the
back
door
and
got
his
snowshoes
from
the
milk
platform
.
Five
minutes
later
he
was
strapping
them
to
his
feet
on
the
front
porch
.
His
daddy
had
told
him
that
he
(
Danny
)
had
the
hang
of
using
the
snowshoes
-
the
lazy
,
shuffling
stride
,
the
twist
of
ankle
that
shook
the
powdery
snow
from
the
lacings
just
before
the
boot
came
back
down
-
and
all
that
remained
was
for
him
to
build
up
the
necessary
muscles
in
his
thighs
and
calves
and
ankles
.
Danny
found
it
at
his
ankles
got
tired
the
fastest
.
Snowshoeing
was
almost
as
hard
on
your
ankles
as
skating
,
because
you
had
to
keep
clearing
the
lacings
.
Every
five
minutes
or
so
he
had
to
stop
with
his
legs
spread
and
the
snowshoes
fat
on
the
snow
to
rest
them
.
But
he
didn
’
t
have
to
rest
on
his
way
down
to
the
playground
because
it
was
all
downhill
.
Less
than
ten
minutes
after
he
struggled
up
and
over
the
monstrous
snow
-
dune
that
had
drifted
in
on
the
Overlook
’
s
front
porch
he
was
standing
with
his
mittened
hand
on
the
playground
slide
.
He
wasn
’
t
even
breathing
hard
.
The
playground
seemed
much
nicer
in
the
deep
snow
than
it
ever
had
during
the
autumn
.
It
looked
like
a
fairyland
sculpture
.
The
swing
chains
had
been
frozen
in
strange
positions
,
the
seats
of
the
big
kids
’
swings
resting
flush
against
the
snow
.
The
jungle
gym
was
an
ice
-
cave
guarded
by
dripping
icicle
teeth
.
Only
the
chimneys
of
the
play
-
Overlook
stuck
up
over
the
snow
