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There
were
four
bags
in
a
pile
just
outside
the
door
.
Three
of
them
were
giant
,
battered
old
suitcases
covered
with
black
imitation
alligator
hide
.
The
last
was
an
oversized
zipper
bag
with
a
faded
tartan
skin
.
"
Guess
you
can
handle
that
one
,
can
’
t
you
?
"
Hallorann
asked
him
.
He
picked
up
two
of
the
big
cases
in
one
hand
and
hoisted
the
other
under
his
arm
.
"
Sure
,
"
Danny
said
.
He
got
a
grip
on
it
with
both
hands
and
followed
the
cook
down
the
porch
steps
,
trying
manfully
not
to
grunt
and
give
away
how
heavy
it
was
.
A
sharp
and
cutting
fall
wind
had
come
up
since
they
had
arrived
;
it
whistled
across
the
parking
lot
,
making
Danny
wince
his
eyes
down
to
slits
as
he
carried
the
zipper
bag
in
front
of
him
,
bumping
on
his
knees
.
A
few
errant
aspen
leaves
rattled
and
turned
across
the
now
mostly
deserted
asphalt
,
making
Danny
think
momentarily
of
that
night
last
week
when
he
had
wakened
out
of
his
nightmare
and
had
heard
-
or
thought
he
heard
,
at
least
-
Tony
telling
him
not
to
go
.
Hallorann
set
his
bags
down
by
the
trunk
of
a
beige
Plymouth
Fury
.
"
This
ain
’
t
much
car
,
"
he
confided
to
Danny
,
"
just
a
rental
job
.
My
Bessie
’
s
on
the
other
end
.
She
’
s
a
car
.
1950
Cadillac
,
and
does
she
run
sweet
?
I
’
ll
tell
the
world
.
I
keep
her
in
Florida
because
she
’
s
too
old
for
all
this
mountain
climbing
.
You
need
a
hand
with
that
?
"
"
No
,
sir
,
"
Danny
said
.
He
managed
to
carry
it
the
last
ten
or
twelve
steps
without
grunting
and
set
it
down
with
a
large
sigh
of
relief
.
"
Good
boy
,
"
Hallorann
said
.
He
produced
a
large
key
ring
from
the
pocket
of
his
blue
serge
jacket
and
unlocked
the
trunk
.
As
he
lifted
the
bags
in
he
said
:
"
You
shine
on
,
boy
.
Harder
than
anyone
I
ever
met
in
my
life
.
And
I
’
m
sixty
years
old
this
January
.
"
"
Huh
?
"
"
You
got
a
knack
,
"
Hallorann
said
,
turning
to
him
.
"
Me
,
I
’
ve
always
called
it
shining
.
That
’
s
what
my
grandmother
called
it
,
too
.
She
had
it
.
We
used
to
sit
in
the
kitchen
when
I
was
a
boy
no
older
than
you
and
have
long
talks
without
even
openin
our
mouths
.
"
"
Really
?
"
