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"
Where
’
s
your
father
?
Do
you
know
?
"
His
voice
came
back
,
curiously
flat
:
"
No
.
But
it
’
s
okay
.
"
She
stifled
an
urge
to
keep
asking
,
to
keep
picking
around
the
edges
of
the
thing
.
The
thing
was
there
,
they
knew
what
it
was
,
picking
at
it
was
only
going
to
frighten
Danny
more
…
and
herself
.
Jack
had
lost
his
mind
.
They
had
sat
together
on
Danny
’
s
cot
as
the
storm
began
to
pick
up
clout
and
meanness
around
eight
o
’
clock
this
morning
and
had
listened
to
him
downstairs
,
bellowing
and
stumbling
from
one
place
to
another
.
Most
of
it
had
seemed
to
come
from
the
ballroom
.
Jack
singing
tuneless
bits
of
song
,
Jack
holding
up
one
side
of
an
argument
,
Jack
screaming
loudly
at
one
point
,
freezing
both
of
their
faces
as
they
stared
into
one
another
’
s
eyes
.
Finally
they
had
heard
him
stumbling
back
across
the
lobby
,
and
Wendy
thought
she
had
heard
a
loud
banging
noise
,
as
if
he
had
fallen
down
or
pushed
a
door
violently
open
.
Since
eightthirty
or
so
-
three
and
a
half
hours
now
-
there
had
been
only
silence
.
She
went
down
the
short
hall
,
turned
into
the
main
first
floor
corridor
,
and
went
to
the
stairs
.
She
stood
on
the
firstfloor
landing
looking
down
into
the
lobby
.
It
appeared
deserted
,
but
the
gray
and
snowy
day
had
left
much
of
the
long
room
in
shadow
.
Danny
could
be
wrong
.
Jack
could
be
behind
a
chair
or
couch
…
maybe
behind
the
registration
desk
…
waiting
for
her
to
come
down
,
…
She
wet
her
lips
.
"
Jack
?
"
No
answer
.
Her
hand
found
the
handle
of
the
knife
and
she
began
to
go
down
.
She
had
seen
the
end
of
her
marriage
many
times
,
in
divorce
,
in
Jack
’
s
death
at
the
scene
of
a
drunken
car
accident
(
a
regular
vision
in
the
dark
two
o
’
clock
of
Stovington
mornings
)
,
and
occasionally
in
daydreams
of
being
discovered
by
another
man
,
a
soap
opera
Galahad
who
would
sweep
Danny
and
her
onto
the
saddle
of
his
snowwhite
charger
and
take
them
away
.
But
she
had
never
envisioned
herself
prowling
halls
and
staircases
like
a
nervous
felon
,
with
a
knife
clasped
in
one
hand
to
use
against
Jack
.
A
wave
of
despair
struck
through
her
at
the
thought
and
she
had
to
stop
halfway
down
the
stairs
and
hold
the
railing
,
afraid
her
knees
would
buckle
.
(
Admit
it
.
It
isn
’
t
just
Jack
,
he
’
s
just
the
one
solid
thing
in
all
of
this
you
can
hang
the
other
things
on
,
the
things
you
can
’
t
believe
and
yet
are
being
forced
to
believe
,
that
thing
about
the
hedges
,
the
party
favor
in
the
elevator
,
the
mask
)
