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"
No
.
None
at
all
.
"
Ullman
stood
.
"
I
hope
there
are
no
hard
feelings
,
Mr
.
Torrance
.
There
is
nothing
personal
in
the
things
I
have
said
to
you
.
I
only
want
what
’
s
best
for
the
Overlook
.
It
is
a
great
hotel
.
I
want
it
to
stay
that
way
.
"
"
No
.
No
hard
feelings
.
"
Jack
flashed
the
PR
grin
again
,
but
he
was
glad
Ullman
didn
’
t
offer
to
shake
hands
.
There
were
hard
feelings
.
All
kinds
of
them
.
She
looked
out
the
kitchen
window
and
saw
him
just
sitting
there
on
the
curb
,
not
playing
with
his
trucks
or
the
wagon
or
even
the
balsa
glider
that
had
pleased
him
so
much
all
the
last
week
since
Jack
had
brought
it
home
.
He
was
just
sitting
there
,
watching
for
their
shopworn
VW
,
his
elbows
planted
on
his
thighs
and
his
chin
propped
in
his
hands
,
a
five
-
yearold
kid
waiting
for
his
daddy
.
Wendy
suddenly
felt
bad
,
almost
crying
bad
.
She
hung
the
dish
towel
over
the
bar
by
the
sink
and
went
downstairs
,
buttoning
the
top
two
buttons
of
her
house
dress
.
Jack
and
his
pride
!
Hey
no
,
Al
,
I
don
’
t
need
an
advance
.
I
’
m
okay
for
a
while
.
The
hallway
walls
were
gouged
and
marked
with
crayons
,
grease
pencil
,
spray
paint
.
The
stairs
were
steep
and
splintery
.
The
whole
building
smelled
of
sour
age
,
and
what
sort
of
place
was
this
for
Danny
after
the
small
neat
brick
house
in
Stovington
?
The
people
living
above
them
on
the
third
floor
weren
’
t
married
,
and
while
that
didn
’
t
bother
her
,
their
constant
,
rancorous
fighting
did
.
It
scared
her
.
The
guy
up
there
was
Tom
,
and
after
the
bars
had
closed
and
they
had
returned
home
,
the
fights
would
start
in
earnest
-
the
rest
of
the
week
was
just
a
prelim
in
comparison
.
The
Friday
Night
Fights
,
Jack
called
them
,
but
it
wasn
’
t
funny
.
The
woman
-
her
name
was
Elaine
-
would
at
last
be
reduced
to
tears
and
to
repeating
over
and
over
again
:
"
Don
’
t
,
Tom
.
Please
don
’
t
.
Please
don
’
t
.
"
And
he
would
shout
at
her
.
Once
they
had
even
awakened
Danny
,
and
Danny
slept
like
a
corpse
.
The
next
morning
Jack
caught
Tom
going
out
and
had
spoken
to
him
on
the
sidewalk
at
some
length
.
Tom
started
to
bluster
and
Jack
had
said
something
else
to
him
,
too
quietly
for
Wendy
to
hear
,
and
Tom
had
only
shaken
his
head
sullenly
and
walked
away
.
That
had
been
a
week
ago
and
for
a
few
days
things
had
been
better
,
but
since
the
weekend
things
had
been
working
back
to
normal
-
excuse
me
,
abnormal
.
It
was
bad
for
the
boy
.
Her
sense
of
grief
washed
over
her
again
but
she
was
on
the
walk
now
and
she
smothered
it
.
Sweeping
her
dress
under
her
and
sitting
down
on
the
curb
beside
him
,
she
said
:
"
What
’
s
up
,
doc
?
"
He
smiled
at
her
but
it
was
perfunctory
.
"
Hi
,
Mom
.
"
The
glider
was
between
his
sneakered
feet
,
and
she
saw
that
one
of
the
wings
had
started
to
splinter
.
