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She
brushed
the
hung
garments
aside
frantically
;
some
of
them
slipped
their
hangers
and
ballooned
gracelessly
to
the
floor
.
He
was
not
in
the
closet
.
She
hobbled
toward
the
bathroom
and
as
she
reached
the
door
she
glanced
back
over
her
shoulder
.
The
mallet
crashed
through
again
,
widening
the
hole
,
and
then
a
hand
appeared
,
groping
for
the
bolt
.
She
saw
with
horror
that
she
had
left
Jack
’
s
key
ring
dangling
from
the
lock
.
The
hand
yanked
the
bolt
back
,
and
as
it
did
so
it
struck
the
bunched
keys
.
They
jingled
merrily
.
The
hand
clutched
them
victoriously
.
With
a
sob
,
she
pushed
her
way
into
the
bathroom
and
slammed
the
door
just
as
the
bedroom
door
burst
open
and
Jack
charged
through
,
bellowing
.
Wendy
ran
the
bolt
and
twisted
the
spring
lock
,
looking
around
desperately
.
The
bathroom
was
empty
.
Danny
wasn
’
t
here
,
either
.
And
as
she
caught
sight
of
her
own
bloodsmeared
,
horrified
face
in
the
medicine
cabinet
mirror
,
she
was
glad
.
She
had
never
believed
that
children
should
be
witness
to
the
little
quarrels
of
their
parents
.
And
perhaps
the
thing
that
was
now
raving
through
the
bedroom
,
overturning
things
and
smashing
them
,
would
finally
collapse
before
it
could
go
after
her
son
.
Perhaps
,
she
thought
,
it
might
be
possible
for
her
to
inflict
even
more
damage
on
it
…
kill
it
,
perhaps
.
Her
eyes
skated
quickly
over
the
bathroom
’
s
machine
-
produced
porcelain
surfaces
,
looking
for
anything
that
might
serve
as
a
weapon
.
There
was
a
bar
of
soap
,
but
even
wrapped
in
a
towel
she
didn
’
t
think
it
would
be
lethal
enough
.
Everything
else
was
bolted
down
.
God
,
was
there
nothing
she
could
do
?
Beyond
the
door
,
the
animal
sounds
of
destruction
went
on
and
on
,
accompanied
by
thick
shouts
that
they
would
"
take
their
medicine
"
and
"
pay
for
what
they
’
d
done
to
him
.
"
He
would
"
show
them
who
’
s
boss
,
"
They
were
"
worthless
puppies
,
"
the
both
of
them
.
There
was
a
thump
as
her
record
player
was
overturned
,
a
hollow
crash
as
the
secondhand
TV
’
s
picture
tube
was
smashed
,
the
tinkle
of
windowglass
followed
by
a
cold
draft
under
the
bathroom
door
.
A
dull
thud
as
the
mattresses
were
ripped
from
the
twin
beds
where
they
had
slept
together
,
hip
to
hip
.
Boomings
as
Jack
struck
the
walls
indiscriminately
with
the
mallet
.
There
was
nothing
of
the
real
Jack
in
that
howling
,
maundering
,
petulant
voice
,
though
.
