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Clutching
the
haft
of
the
knife
tighter
,
she
peered
over
the
desk
.
Nothing
there
.
Her
relieved
breath
escaped
her
in
a
long
,
hitching
sigh
.
She
put
the
gate
up
and
went
through
,
pausing
to
glance
into
the
inner
office
before
going
in
herself
.
She
fumbled
through
the
next
door
for
the
bank
of
kitchen
light
switches
,
coldly
expecting
a
hand
to
close
over
hers
at
any
second
.
Then
the
fluorescents
were
coming
on
with
minuscule
ticking
and
humming
sounds
and
she
could
see
Mr
.
Hallorann
’
s
kitchen
-
her
kitchen
now
,
for
better
or
worse
-
pale
green
tiles
,
gleaming
Formica
,
spotless
porcelain
,
glowing
chrome
edgings
.
She
had
promised
him
she
would
keep
his
kitchen
clean
,
and
she
had
.
She
felt
as
if
it
was
one
of
Danny
’
s
safe
places
.
Dick
Hallorann
’
s
presence
seemed
to
enfold
and
comfort
her
.
Danny
had
called
for
Mr
.
Hallorann
,
and
upstairs
,
sitting
next
to
Danny
in
fear
as
her
husband
ranted
and
raved
below
,
that
had
seemed
like
the
faintest
of
all
hopes
.
But
standing
here
,
in
Mr
.
Hallorann
’
s
place
,
it
seemed
almost
possible
.
Perhaps
he
was
on
his
way
now
,
intent
on
getting
to
them
regardless
of
the
storm
.
Perhaps
it
was
so
.
She
went
across
to
the
pantry
,
shot
the
bolt
back
,
and
stepped
inside
.
She
got
a
can
of
tomato
soup
and
closed
the
pantry
door
again
,
and
bolted
it
.
The
door
was
tight
against
the
floor
.
If
you
kept
it
bolted
,
you
didn
’
t
have
to
worry
about
rat
or
mouse
droppings
in
the
rice
or
flour
or
sugar
.
She
opened
the
can
and
dropped
the
slightly
jellied
contents
into
a
saucepanplop
.
She
went
to
the
refrigerator
and
got
milk
and
eggs
for
the
omelet
.
Then
to
the
walk
-
in
freezer
for
cheese
.
All
of
these
actions
,
so
common
and
so
much
a
part
of
her
life
before
the
Overlook
had
been
a
part
of
her
life
,
helped
to
calm
her
.
She
melted
butter
in
the
frying
pan
,
diluted
the
soup
with
milk
,
and
then
poured
the
beaten
eggs
into
the
pan
.
A
sudden
feeling
that
someone
was
standing
behind
her
,
reaching
for
her
throat
.
She
wheeled
around
,
clutching
the
knife
.
No
one
there
.
