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The
only
thing
not
cashed
in
now
was
the
life
-
insurance
policy
he
had
taken
out
jointly
with
Wendy
in
the
summer
between
his
first
and
second
years
at
Stovington
.
Forty
-
thousand
-
dollar
death
benefit
,
double
indemnity
if
he
or
she
died
in
a
train
crash
,
a
plane
crash
,
or
a
fire
.
Seven
-
come
-
eleven
,
die
the
secret
death
and
win
a
hundred
dollars
.
(
A
fire
…
eighty
thousand
dollars
.
)
They
would
have
time
to
get
out
.
Even
if
they
were
sleeping
,
they
would
have
time
to
get
out
.
He
believed
that
.
And
he
didn
’
t
think
the
hedges
or
anything
else
would
try
to
hold
them
back
if
the
Overlook
was
going
up
in
flames
.
(
Flames
.
)
The
needle
inside
the
greasy
,
almost
opaque
dial
bad
danced
up
to
two
hundred
and
fifteen
pounds
per
square
inch
.
Another
memory
occurred
to
him
,
a
childhood
memory
.
There
had
been
a
wasps
’
nest
in
the
lower
branches
of
their
apple
tree
behind
the
house
.
One
of
his
older
brothers
-
he
couldn
’
t
remember
which
one
now
-
had
been
stung
while
swinging
in
the
old
tire
Daddy
had
hung
from
one
of
the
tree
’
s
lower
branches
.
It
had
been
late
summer
,
when
wasps
tend
to
be
at
their
ugliest
.
Their
father
,
just
home
from
work
,
dressed
in
his
whites
,
the
smell
of
beer
hanging
around
his
face
in
a
fine
mist
,
had
gathered
all
three
boys
,
Brett
,
Mike
,
and
little
Jacky
,
and
told
them
he
was
going
to
get
rid
of
the
wasps
.
"
Now
watch
,
"
he
had
said
,
smiling
and
staggering
a
little
(
he
hadn
’
t
been
using
the
cane
then
,
the
collision
with
the
milk
truck
was
years
in
the
future
)
.
"
Maybe
you
’
ll
learn
something
.
My
father
showed
me
this
.
"
He
had
raked
a
big
pile
of
rain
-
dampened
leaves
under
the
branch
where
the
wasps
’
nest
rested
,
a
deadlier
fruit
than
the
shrunken
but
tasty
apples
their
tree
usually
produced
in
late
September
,
which
was
then
still
half
a
month
away
.
He
lit
the
leaves
.
The
day
was
clear
and
windless
.
The
leaves
smoldered
but
didn
’
t
really
burn
,
and
they
made
a
smell
-
a
fragrancethat
had
echoed
back
to
him
each
fall
when
men
in
Saturday
pants
and
light
Windbreakers
raked
leaves
together
and
burned
them
.
A
sweet
smell
with
a
bitter
undertone
,
rich
and
evocative
.
The
smoldering
leaves
produced
great
rafts
of
smoke
that
drifted
up
to
obscure
the
nest
.
