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(
It
’
s
me
they
must
want
…
isn
’
t
it
?
I
am
the
one
.
Not
Danny
,
not
Wendy
.
I
’
m
the
one
who
loves
it
here
.
They
wanted
to
leave
.
I
’
m
the
one
who
took
care
of
the
snowmobile
…
went
through
the
old
records
…
dumped
the
press
on
the
boiler
…
lied
…
practically
sold
my
soul
…
what
can
they
want
with
ham
?
)
"
Where
is
the
manager
?
"
He
tried
to
ask
it
casually
but
his
words
seemed
to
come
out
between
lips
already
numbed
by
the
first
drink
,
like
words
from
a
nightmare
rather
than
those
in
a
sweet
dream
.
Lloyd
only
smiled
.
"
What
do
you
want
with
my
son
?
Danny
’
s
not
in
this
.
,
.
is
he
?
"
He
heard
the
naked
plea
in
his
own
voice
.
Lloyd
’
s
face
seemed
to
be
running
,
changing
,
becoming
something
pestilent
.
The
white
skin
becoming
a
hepatitic
yellow
,
cracking
.
Red
sores
erupting
on
the
skin
,
bleeding
foul
smelling
liquid
.
Droplets
of
blood
sprang
out
on
Lloyd
’
s
forehead
like
sweat
and
somewhere
a
silver
chime
was
striking
the
quarter
-
hour
.
(
Unmask
,
unmask
!
)
"
Drink
your
drink
,
Mr
.
Torrance
,
"
Lloyd
said
softly
.
"
It
isn
’
t
a
matter
that
concerns
you
.
Not
at
this
point
.
"
He
picked
his
drink
up
again
,
raised
it
to
his
lips
,
and
hesitated
.
He
heard
the
hard
,
horrible
snap
as
Danny
’
s
arm
broke
.
He
saw
the
bicycle
flying
brokenly
up
over
the
hood
of
Al
’
s
car
,
starring
the
windshield
.
He
saw
a
single
wheel
lying
in
the
road
,
twisted
spokes
pointing
into
the
sky
like
jags
of
piano
wire
.
He
became
aware
that
all
conversation
had
stopped
.
He
looked
back
over
his
shoulder
.
They
were
all
looking
at
him
expectantly
,
silently
.
The
man
beside
the
woman
in
the
sarong
had
removed
his
foxhead
and
Jack
saw
that
it
was
Horace
Derwent
,
his
pallid
blond
hair
spilling
across
his
forehead
.
Everyone
at
the
bar
was
watching
,
too
.
The
woman
beside
him
was
looking
at
him
closely
,
as
if
trying
to
focus
.
Her
dress
had
slipped
off
one
shoulder
and
looking
down
he
could
see
a
loosely
puckered
nipple
capping
one
sagging
breast
.
Looking
back
at
her
face
he
began
to
think
that
this
might
be
the
woman
from
217
,
the
one
who
had
tried
to
strangle
Danny
.
On
his
other
hand
,
the
man
in
the
sharp
blue
suit
had
removed
a
small
pearl
-
handled
.
32
from
his
jacket
pocket
and
was
idly
spinning
it
on
the
bar
,
like
a
man
with
Russian
roulette
on
his
mind
.
