sk.theshining-第14部分

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They　creep；　Watson　had　said　。　。　。　no；　not　the　hedges；　the　boiler。　You　have　to　watch　it　all　the　time　or　you　and　your　f　ambly　will　end　up　on　the　f　uckin　moon。）　They　looked　at　him；　puzzled。　The　smile　had　faded　off　his　face。
　　〃Dad？〃　Danny　asked。
　　He　blinked　at　them；　as　if　ing　back　from　far　away。　〃They　grow；　Danny；　and　lose　their　shape。　So　I'll　have　to　give　them　a　haircut　once　or　twice　a　week　until　it　gets　so　cold　they　stop　growing　for　the　year。〃
　　〃And　a　playground；　too；〃　Wendy　said。　〃My　lucky　boy。〃　The　playground　was　beyond　the　topiary。　Two　slides；　a　big　swing　set　with　half　a　dozen　swings　set　at　varying　heights；　a　jungle　gym；　a　tunnel　made　of　cement　rings；　a　sandbox；　and　a　playhouse　that　was　an　exact　replica　of　the　Overlook　itself。
　　〃Do　you　like　it；　Danny？〃　Wendy　asked。
　　〃I　sure　do；〃　he　said；　hoping　he　sounded　more　enthused　than　he　felt。　〃It's　neat。〃　Beyond　the　playground　there　was　an　inconspicuous　chain　link　security　fence；　beyond　that　the　wide；　macadamized　drive　that　led　up　to　the　hotel；　and　beyond　that　the　valley　itself；　dropping　away　into　the　bright　blue　haze　of　afternoon。
　　Danny　didn't　know　the　word　isolation；　but　if　someone　had　explained　it　to　him　he　would　have　seized　on　it。　Far　below；　lying　in　the　sun　like　a　long　black　snake　that　had　decided　to　snooze　for　a　while；　was　the　road　that　led　back　through　Sidewinder　Pass　and　eventually　to　Boulder。　The　road　that　would　be　closed　all　winter　long。　He　felt　a　little　suffocated　at　the　thought；　and　almost　jumped　when　Daddy　dropped　his　hand　on　his　shoulder。
　　〃I'll　get　you　that　drink　as　soon　as　I　can；　doc。　They're　a　little　busy　right　now。〃
　　〃Sure；　Dad。〃　Mrs。　Brant　came　out　of　the　inner　office　looking　vindicated。　A　few　moments　later　two　bellboys；　struggling　with　eight　suitcases　between　them；　followed　her　as　best　they　could　as　she　strode　triumphantly　out　the　door。　Danny　watched　through　the　window　as　a　man　in　a　gray　uniform　and　a　hat　like　a　captain　in　the　Army　brought　her　long　silver　car　around　to　the　door　and　got　out。　He　tipped　his　cap　to　her　and　ran　around　to　open　the　trunk。
　　And　in　one　of　those　flashes　that　sometimes　came；　he　got　a　plete　thought　from　her；　one　that　floated　above　the　confused；　low…pitched　babble　of　emotions　and　colors　that　he　usually　got　in　crowded　places。
　　（i'　d　like　to　get　into　his　pants）　Danny's　brow　wrinkled　as　he　watched　the　bellboys　put　her　cases　into　the　trunk。
　　She　was　looking　rather　sharply　at　the　man　in　the　gray　uniform；　who　was　supervising　the　loading。　Why　would　she　want　to　get　that　man's　pants？　Was　she　cold；　even　with　that　long　fur　coat　on？　And　if　she　was　that　cold；　why　hadn't　she　just　put　on　some　pants　of　her　own？　His　mommy　wore　pants　just　about　all　winter。
　　The　man　in　the　gray　uniform　closed　the　trunk　and　walked　back　to　help　her　into　the　car。　Danny　watched　closely　to　see　if　she　would　say　anything　about　his　pants；　but　she　only　smiled　and　gave　him　a　dollar　bill…a　tip。　A　moment　later　she　was　guiding　the　big　silver　car　down　the　driveway。
　　He　thought　about　asking　his　mother　why　Mrs。　Brant　might　want　the　car…man's　pants；　and　decided　against　it。　Sometimes　questions　could　get　you　in　a　whole　lot　of　trouble。　It　had　happened　to　him　before。
　　So　instead　he　squeezed　in　between　them　on　the　small　sofa　they　were　sharing　and　watched　all　the　people　check　out　at　the　desk。　He　was　glad　his　mommy　and　daddy　were　happy　and　loving　each　other；　but　he　couldn't　help　being　a　little　worried。
　　He　couldn't　help　it。
　　　
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　　HALLORANN
　　
　　The　cook　didn't　conform　to　Wendy's　image　of　the　typical　resort　hotel　kitchen　personage　at　all。　To　begin　with；　such　a　personage　was　called　a　chef；　nothing　so　mundane　as　a　cook…cooking　was　what　she　did　in　her　apartment　kitchen　when　she　threw　all　the　leftovers　into　a　greased　Pyrex　casserole　dish　and　added　noodles。
　　Further；　the　culinary　wizard　of　such　a　place　as　the　Overlook；　which　advertised　in　the　resort　section　of　the　New　York　Sunday　Times；　should　be　small；　rotund；　and　pasty…faced　（rather　like　the　Pillsbury　Dough…Boy）；　he　should　have　a　thin　pencil…　line　mustache　like　a　forties　musical　edy　star；　dark　eyes；　a　French　accent；　and　a　detestable　personality。
　　Hallorann　had　the　dark　eyes　and　that　was　all。　He　was　a　tall　black　man　with　a　modest　afro　that　was　beginning　to　powder　white。　He　had　a　soft　southern　accent　and　he　laughed　a　lot；　disclosing　teeth　too　white　and　too　even　to　be　anything　but　1950…vintage　Sears　and　Roebuck　dentures。　Her　own　father　had　had　a　pair；　which　he　called　Roebuckers；　and　from　time　to　time　he　would　push　them　out　at　her　ically　at　the　supper　table　。　。　。　always；　Wendy　remembered　now；　when　her　mother　was　out　in　the　kitchen　getting　something　else　or　on　the　telephone。
　　Danny　had　stared　up　at　this　black　giant　in　blue　serge；　and　then　had　smiled　when　Hallorann　picked　him　up　easily；　set　him　in　the　crook　of　his　elbow；　and　said：　〃You　ain't　gonna　stay　up　here　all　winter。〃
　　〃Yes　I　am；〃　Danny　said　with　a　shy　grin。
　　〃No；　you're　gonna　e　down　to　St。　Pete's　with　me　and　learn　to　cook　and　go　out　on　the　beach　every　damn　evenin　watchin　for　crabs。　Right？〃　Danny　giggled　delightedly　and　shook　his　head　no。　Hallorann　set　him　down。
　　〃If　you're　gonna　change　your　mind；〃　Hallorann　said；　bending　over　him　gravely；
　　〃you　better　do　it　quick。　Thirty　minutes　from　now　and　I'm　in　my　car。　Two　and　a　half　hours　after　that；　I'm　sitting　at　Gate　32；　Concourse　B；　Stapleton　International　Airport；　in　the　mile…high　city　of　Denver；　Colorado。　Three　hours　after　that；　I'm　rentin　a　car　at　the　Miama　Airport　and　on　my　way　to　sunny　St。
　　Pete's；　waiting　to　get　iota　my　swimtrunks　and　just　laaafin　up　my　sleeve　at　anybody　stuck　and　caught　in　the　snow。　Can　you　dig　it；　my　boy？〃
　　〃Yes；　sir；〃　Danny　said；　smiling。
　　Hallorann　turned　to　Jack　and　Wendy。　〃Looks　like　a　fine　boy　there。〃
　　〃We　think　he'll　do；〃　Jack　said；　and　offered　his　hand。　Hallorann　took　it。　〃I'm　Jack　Torrance。　My　wife　Winnifred。　Danny　you've　met。〃
　　〃And　a　pleasure　it　was。　Ma'am；　are　you　a　Winnie　or　a　Freddie？〃
　　〃I'm　a　Wendy；〃　she　said；　smiling。
　　〃Okay。　That's　better　than　the　other　two；　I　think。　Right　this　way。　Mr。　Unman　wants　you　to　have　the　tour；　the　tour　you'll　get。〃　He　shook　his　bead　and　said　under　his　breath：　〃And　won't　I　be　glad　to　see　the　last　of　him。〃　Hallorann　menced　to　tour　them　around　the　most　immense　kitchen　Wendy　had　ever　seen　in　her　life。　It　was　sparkling　clean。　Every　surface　was　coaxed　to　a　high　gloss。　It　was　more　than　just　big；　it　was　intimidating。　She　walked　at　Hallorann's　side　while　Jack；　wholly　out　of　his　element；　hung　back　a　little　with　Danny。　A　long　wallboard　hung　with　cutting　instruments　which　went　all　the　way　from　paring　knives　to　twohanded　cleavers　hung　beside　a　four…basin　sink。　There　was　a　breadboard　as　big　as　their　Boulder　apartment's　kitchen　table。　An　amazing　array　of　stainless…steel　pots　and　pans　hung　from　floor　to　ceiling；　covering　one　whole　wall。
　　〃I　think　I'll　have　to　leave　a　trail　of　breadcrumbs　every　time　I　e　in；〃　she　said。
　　〃Don't　let　it　get　you　down；〃　Hallorann　said。　〃It's　big；　but　it's　still　only　a　kitchen。　Most　of　this　stuff　you'll　never　even　have　to　touch。　Keep　it　clean；　that's　all　I　ask。　Here's　the　stove　I'd　be　using；　if　I　was　you。　There　are　three　of　them　in　all；　but　this　is　the　smallest。
　　Smallest；　she　thought　dismally；　looking　at　it　There　were　twelve　burners；　two　regular　ovens　and　a　Dutch　oven；　a　heated　well　on　top　in　which　you　could　simmer　sauces　or　bake　beans；　a　broiler；　and　a　warmer…plus　a　million　dials　and　temperature　gauges。
　　〃All　gas；〃　Hallorann　said。　〃You've　cooked　with　gas　before；　Wendy？〃
　　〃Yes。。：'
　　〃I　love　gas；〃　he　said；　and　turned　on　one　of　the　burners。　Blue　flame　popped　into　life　and　he　adjusted　it　down　to　a　faint　glow　with　a　delicate　touch。　〃I　like　to　be　able　to　see　the　flame　you're　cookin　with。　You　see　where　all　the　surface　burner　switches　are？〃
　　〃Yes。〃
　　〃And　the　oven　dials　are　all　marked。　Myself；　I　favor　the　middle　one　because　it　seems　to　heat　the　most　even；　but　you　use　whichever　one　you　like…or　all　three；　for　that　matter。〃
　　〃A　TV　dinner　in　each　one；〃　Wendy　said；　and　laughed　weakly。
　　Hallorann　roared。　〃Go　right　ahead；　if　you　like。　I　left　a　list　of　everything　edible　over　by　the　sink。　You　see　it？〃
　　〃Here　it　is；　Mommyl〃　Danny　brought　over　two　sheets　of　paper；　written　closely　on　both　sides。
　　〃Good　boy；〃　Hallorann　said；　taking　it　from　him　and　ruffling　his　hair。　〃You　sure　you　don't　want　to　e　to　Florida　with　me；　my　boy？　Learn　to　cook　the　sweetest　shrimp　creole　this　side　of　paradise？〃　Danny　put　his　hands　over　his　mouth　and　giggled　and　retreated　to　his　father's　side。
　　〃You　three　folks　could　eat　up　here　for　a　year；　I　guess；〃　Hallorann　said。　〃We　got　a　cold…pantry；　a　walk…in　freezer；　all　sorts　of　vegetable　bins；　and　two　refrigerators。　e　on　and　let　me　show　you。〃　For　the　next　ten　minutes　Hallorann　opened　bins　and　doors；　disclosing　food　in　such　amounts　as　Wendy　had　never　seen　before。　The　food　supplies　amazed　her　but　did　not　reassure　her　as　much　as　she　might　have　thought：　the　Donner　Party　kept　recurring　to　her；　not　with　thoughts　of　cannibalism　（with　all　this　food　it　would　indeed　be　a　long　time　before　they　were　reduced　to　such　poor　rations　as　each　other）；　but　with　the　reinforced　idea　that　this　was　indeed　a　serious　business：　when　snow　fell；　getting　out　of　here　would　not　be　a　matter　of　an　hour's　drive　to　Sidewinder　but　a　major　operation。　They　would　sit　up　here　in　this　deserted　grand　hotel；　eating　the　food　that　had　been　left　them　like　creatures　in　a　fairy　tale　and　listening　to　the　bitter　wind　around　their　snowbound　eaves。　In　Vermont；　when　Danny　had　broken　his　arm　（when　Jack　broke　Danny's　arm）　she　had　called　the　emergency　Medix　squad；　dialing　the　number　from　the　little　card　attached　to　the　phone。　They　had　been　at　the　house　only　ten　minutes　later。
　　There　were　other　numbers　written　on　that　little　card。　You　could　have　a　police　car　in　five　minutes　and　a　fire　truck　in　even　less　time　than　that；　because　the　fire　station　was　only　three　blocks　away　and　one　block　over。　There　was　a　man　to　call　if　the　lights　went　out；　a　man　to　call　if　the　shower　stopped　up；　a　man　to　call　if　the　TV　went　on　the　fritz。　But　what　would　happen　up　here　if　Danny　had　one　of　his　fainting　spells　and　swallowed　his　tongue？
　　（oh　God　what　a　thought！）　What　if　the　place　caught　on　fire？