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She
would
have
to
go
down
and
make
sure
Jack
was
still
in
the
pantry
.
Very
simple
.
Go
downstairs
.
Have
a
peek
.
Come
back
up
.
Oh
,
by
the
way
,
stop
and
grab
the
tray
on
the
registration
counter
.
The
omelet
would
be
a
washout
,
but
the
soup
could
be
reheated
on
the
hotplate
by
Jack
’
s
typewriter
.
(
Oh
yes
and
don
’
t
get
killed
if
he
’
s
down
there
with
a
knife
.
)
She
walked
to
the
dresser
,
trying
to
shake
off
the
mantle
of
fear
that
lay
on
her
.
Scattered
across
the
dresser
’
s
top
was
a
pile
of
change
,
a
stack
of
gasoline
chits
for
the
hotel
truck
,
the
two
pipes
Jack
brought
with
him
everywhere
but
rarely
smoked
…
and
his
key
ring
.
She
picked
it
up
,
held
it
in
her
hand
for
a
moment
,
and
then
put
it
back
down
.
The
idea
of
locking
the
bedroom
door
behind
her
had
occurred
,
but
it
just
didn
’
t
appeal
.
Danny
was
asleep
.
Vague
thoughts
of
fire
passed
through
her
mind
,
and
something
else
nibbled
more
strongly
,
but
she
let
it
go
:
Wendy
crossed
the
room
,
stood
indecisively
by
the
door
for
a
moment
,
then
took
the
knife
from
the
pocket
of
her
robe
and
curled
her
right
hand
around
the
wooden
haft
,
:
She
pulled
the
door
open
.
The
short
corridor
leading
to
their
quarters
was
bare
.
The
electric
wall
flambeaux
all
shone
brightly
at
their
regular
intervals
,
showing
off
the
rug
’
s
blue
background
and
sinuous
,
weaving
pattern
.
(
See
?
No
boogies
here
.
)
