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had
leaped
back
into
the
deeper
darkness
of
the
hallway
up
there
just
before
her
eyes
could
register
them
.
She
looked
down
the
stairs
again
.
Her
right
hand
was
sweating
against
the
wooden
handle
of
the
knife
;
she
switched
it
to
her
left
,
wiped
her
right
palm
against
the
pink
terrycloth
of
her
robe
,
and
switched
the
knife
back
.
Almost
unaware
that
her
mind
had
given
her
body
the
command
to
go
forward
,
she
began
down
the
stairs
,
left
foot
then
right
,
left
foot
then
right
,
her
free
hand
trailing
lightly
on
the
banister
.
(
Where
’
s
the
party
?
Don
’
t
let
me
scare
you
away
,
you
bunch
of
moldy
sheets
!
Not
one
scared
woman
with
a
knife
!
Let
’
s
have
a
little
music
around
here
!
Let
’
s
have
a
little
life
!
)
Ten
steps
down
,
a
dozen
,
a
baker
’
s
dozen
.
The
light
from
the
first
-
floor
hall
filtered
a
dull
yellow
down
here
,
and
she
remembered
that
she
would
have
to
turn
on
the
lobby
lights
either
beside
the
entrance
to
the
dining
room
or
inside
the
manager
’
s
office
.
Yet
there
was
light
coming
from
somewhere
else
,
white
and
muted
.
The
fluorescents
,
of
course
.
In
the
kitchen
.
She
paused
on
the
thirteenth
step
,
trying
to
remember
if
she
had
turned
them
off
or
left
them
on
when
she
and
Danny
left
.
She
simply
couldn
’
t
remember
.
Below
her
,
in
the
lobby
,
highbacked
chairs
hulked
in
pools
of
shadow
.
The
glass
in
the
lobby
doors
was
pressed
white
with
a
uniform
blanket
of
drifted
snow
.
Brass
studs
in
the
sofa
cushions
gleamed
faintly
like
cat
’
s
eyes
.
There
were
a
hundred
places
to
hide
.
