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He
had
to
stoop
and
pick
it
up
,
and
while
he
did
she
ran
for
the
stairs
,
the
breath
at
last
sobbing
back
into
her
.
Her
stomach
was
a
bruise
of
throbbing
pain
.
"
Bitch
,
"
he
said
through
his
grin
,
and
began
to
come
after
her
.
"
You
stinking
bitch
,
I
guess
you
’
ll
get
what
’
s
coming
to
you
.
I
guess
you
will
.
"
She
heard
the
mallet
whistle
through
the
air
and
then
agony
exploded
on
her
right
side
as
the
mallet
-
head
took
her
just
below
the
line
of
her
breasts
,
breaking
two
ribs
.
She
fell
forward
on
the
steps
and
new
agony
ripped
her
as
she
struck
on
the
wounded
side
.
Yet
instinct
made
her
roll
over
,
roll
away
,
and
the
mallet
whizzed
past
the
side
of
her
face
,
missing
by
a
naked
inch
.
It
struck
the
deep
pile
of
the
stair
carpeting
with
a
muffled
thud
.
That
was
when
she
saw
the
knife
,
which
had
been
jarred
out
of
her
hand
by
her
fall
.
It
lay
glittering
on
the
fourth
stair
riser
.
"
Bitch
,
"
he
repeated
.
The
mallet
came
down
.
She
shoved
herself
upward
and
it
landed
just
below
her
kneecap
.
Her
lower
leg
was
suddenly
on
fire
.
Blood
began
to
trickle
down
her
calf
.
And
then
the
mallet
was
coming
down
again
.
She
jerked
her
head
away
from
it
and
it
smashed
into
the
stair
riser
in
the
hollow
between
her
neck
and
shoulder
,
scraping
away
the
flesh
from
her
ear
.
He
brought
the
mallet
down
again
and
this
time
she
rolled
toward
him
,
down
the
stairs
,
inside
the
arc
of
his
swing
.
A
shriek
escaped
her
as
her
broken
ribs
thumped
and
grated
.
She
struck
his
shins
with
her
body
while
he
was
offbalance
and
he
fell
backward
with
a
yell
of
anger
and
surprise
,
his
feet
jigging
to
keep
their
purchase
on
the
stair
riser
.
Then
he
thumped
to
the
floor
,
the
mallet
flying
from
his
hand
.
He
sat
up
,
staring
at
her
for
a
moment
with
shocked
eyes
.
"
I
’
ll
kill
you
for
that
,
"
he
said
.
He
rolled
over
and
stretched
out
for
the
handle
of
the
mallet
.
Wendy
forced
herself
to
her
feet
.
Her
left
leg
sent
bolt
after
bolt
of
pain
all
the
way
up
to
her
hip
.
Her
face
was
ashy
pale
but
set
.
She
leaped
onto
his
back
as
his
hand
closed
over
the
shaft
of
the
Toque
mallet
.
"
Oh
dear
God
!
"
she
screamed
to
the
Overlook
’
s
shadowy
lobby
,
and
buried
the
kitchen
knife
in
his
lower
back
up
to
the
handle
.
He
stiffened
beneath
her
and
then
shrieked
.
She
thought
she
had
never
heard
such
an
awful
sound
in
her
whole
life
;
it
was
as
if
the
very
boards
and
windows
and
doors
of
the
hotel
had
screamed
.
It
seemed
to
go
on
and
on
while
he
remained
board
-
stiff
beneath
her
weight
.
They
were
like
a
parlor
charade
of
horse
and
rider
.
Except
that
the
back
of
his
redand
-
black
-
checked
flannel
shirt
was
growing
darker
,
sodden
,
with
spreading
blood
.
