sk.theshining-第52部分

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　　〃I　said；　how　are　we　going　to　get　him　down？　We've　got　to　get　him　out　of　here；　Jack。〃　For　a　moment　his　wits　were　so　scattered　that　he　wasn't　even　sure　what　she　was　talking　about。　Then　he　realized　and　uttered　a　short；　barking　laugh。
　　〃You　say　that　as　if　it　were　so　easy。〃
　　〃I　didn't　mean…〃
　　〃No　problem；　Wendy。　I'll　just　change　clothes　in　that　telephone　booth　down　in　the　lobby　and　fly　him　to　Denver　on　my　back。　Superman　Jack　Torrance；　they　called　me　in　my　salad　days。〃　Her　face　registered　slow　hurt。
　　〃I　understand　the　problem；　Jack。　The　radio　is　broken。　The　snow　。　。　。　but　you　have　to　understand　Danny's　problem。　My　God；　don't　you？　He　was　nearly　catatonic；　Jack！　What　if　he　hadn't　e　out　of　that？〃
　　〃But　he　did；〃　Jack　said；　a　trifle　shortly。　He　had　been　frightened　at　Danny's　blank…eyed；　slack…faced　state　too；　of　course　he　had。　At　first。　But　the　more　he　thought　about　it；　the　more　he　wondered　if　it　hadn't　been　a　piece　of　play…acting　put　on　to　escape　his　punishment。　He　had；　after　all；　been　trespassing。
　　〃All　the　same；〃　she　said。　She　came　to　him　and　sat　on　the　end　of　the　bed　by　his　desk。　Her　face　was　both　surprised　and　worried。　〃Jack；　the　bruises　on　his　neck！
　　Something　got　at　him！　And　I　want　him　away　from　it！〃
　　〃Don't　shout；〃　he　said。　〃My　head　aches；　Wendy。　I'm　as　worried　about　this　as　you　are；　so　please　。　。　。　don't　。　。　。　shout。〃
　　〃All　right；〃　she　said；　lowering　her　voice。　〃I　won't　shout。　But　I　don't　understand　you；　Jack。　Someone　is　in　here　with　us。　And　not　a　very　nice　someone；　either。　We　have　to　get　down　to　Sidewinder；　not　just　Danny　but　all　of　us。
　　Quickly。　And　you　。　。　。　you're　sitting　there　reading　your　play！〃
　　〃　'We　have　to　get　down；　we　have　to　get　down；'　you　keep　saying　that。　You　must　think　I　really　am　Superman。〃
　　〃I　think　you're　my　husband；〃　she　said　softly；　and　looked　down　at　her　hands。
　　His　temper　flared。　He　slammed　the　playscript　down；　knocking　the　edges　of　the　pile　out　of　true　again　and　crumpling　the　sheets　on　the　bottom。
　　〃It's　time　you　got　some　of　the　home　truths　into　you；　Wendy。　You　don't　seem　to　have　internalized　them；　as　the　sociologists　say。　They're　knocking　around　up　in　your　head　like　a　bunch　of　loose　cueballs。　You　need　to　shoot　them　into　the　pockets。　You　need　to　understand　that　we　are　snowed　in。〃　Danny　had　suddenly　bee　active　in　his　bed。　Still　sleeping；　he　had　begun　to　twist　and　turn。　The　way　he　always　did　when　we　fought；　Wendy　thought　dismally。
　　And　we're　doing　it　again。
　　〃Don't　wake　him　up；　Jack。　Please。〃　He　glanced　over　at　Danny　and　some　of　the　flush　went　out　of　his　cheeks。　〃Okay。
　　I'm　sorry。　I'm　sorry　I　sounded　mad；　Wendy。　It's　not　really　for　you。　But　I　broke　the　radio。　If　it's　anybody's　fault　it's　mine。　That　was　our　big　link　to　the　outside。　Olly…oily…in…for…free。　Please　e　get　us；　Mister　Ranger。　We　can't　stay　out　this　late。〃
　　〃Don't；〃　she　said；　and　put　a　hand　on　his　shoulder。　He　leaned　his　head　against　it。　She　brushed　his　hair　with　her　other　hand。　〃I　guess　you've　got　a　right；　after　what　I　accused　you　of。　Sometimes　I　am　like　my　mother。　I　can　be　a　bitch。　But　you　have　to　understand　that　some　things　。　。　。　are　hard　to　get　over。　You　have　to　understand　that。〃
　　〃Do　you　mean　his　arm？〃　His　lips　had　thinned。
　　〃Yes；〃　Wendy　said；　and　then　she　rushed　on：　〃But　it's　not　just　you。　I　worry　when　he　goes　out　to　play。　I　worry　about　him　wanting　a　two…wheeler　next　year；　even　one　with　training　wheels。　I　worry　about　his　teeth　and　his　eyesight　and　about　this　thing；　what　he　calls　his　shine。　I　worry。　Because　he's　little　and　he　seems　very　fragile　and　because　。　。　。　because　something　in　this　hotel　seems　to　want　him。　And　it　will　go　through　us　to　get　him　if　it　has　to。　That's　why　we　must　get　him　out；　Jack。　I　know　that！　I　feel　that！　We　must　get　him　out！〃　Her　hand　had　tightened　painfully　on　his　shoulder　in　her　agitation；　but　he　didn't　move　away。　One　hand　found　the　firm　weight　of　her　left　breast　and　he　began　to　stroke　it　through　her　shirt。
　　〃Wendy；〃　he　said；　and　stopped。　She　waited　for　him　to　rearrange　whatever　he　had　to　say。　His　strong　hand　on　her　breast　felt　good；　soothing。　〃I　could　maybe　snowshoe　him　down。　He　could　walk　part　of　the　way　himself；　but　I　would　mostly　have　to　carry　him。　It　would　mean　camping　out　one；　two；　maybe　three　nights。　That　would　mean　building　a　travois　to　carry　supplies　and　bedrolls　on。　We　have　the　AM/FM　radio；　so　we　could　pick　a　day　when　the　weather　forecast　called　for　a　three…day　spell　of　good　weather。　But　if　the　forecast　was　wrong；〃　he　finished；　his　voice　soft　and　measured；　〃I　think　we　might　die。〃　Her　face　had　paled。　It　looked　shiny；　almost　ghostly。　He　continued　to　stroke　her　breast；　rubbing　the　ball　of　his　thumb　gently　over　the　nipple。
　　She　made　a　soft　sound…from　his　words　or　in　reaction　to　his　gentle　pressure　on　her　breast；　he　couldn't　tell。　He　raised　his　hand　slightly　and　undid　the　top　button　of　her　shirt。　Wendy　shifted　her　legs　slightly。　All　at　once　her　jeans　seemed　too　tight；　slightly　irritating　in　a　pleasant　sort　of　way。
　　〃It　would　mean　leaving　you　alone　because　you　can't　snowshoe　worth　beans。　It　would　be　maybe　three　days　of　not　knowing。　Would　you　want　that？〃　His　hand　dropped　to　the　second　button；　slipped　it；　and　the　beginning　of　her　cleavage　was　exposed。
　　〃No；〃　she　said　in　a　voice　that　was　slightly　thick。　She　glanced　over　at　Danny。
　　He　had　stopped　twisting　and　turning。　His　thumb　had　crept　back　into　his　mouth。　So　that　was　all　right。　But　Jack　was　leaving　something　out　of　the　picture。　It　was　too　bleak。　There　was　something　else　。　。　。　what？
　　〃If　we　stay　put；〃　Jack　said；　unbuttoning　the　third　and　fourth　buttons　with　that　same　deliberate　slowness；　〃a　ranger　from　the　park　or　a　game　warden　is　going　to　poke　in　here　just　to　find　out　how　we're　doing。　At　that　point　we　simply　tell　him　we　want　down。　He'll　see　to　it。〃　He　slipped　her　naked　breasts　into　the　wide　V　of　the　open　shirt；　bent；　and　molded　his　lips　around　the　stem　of　a　nipple。　It　was　hard　and　erect。　He　slipped　his　tongue　slowly　back　and　forth　across　it　in　a　way　he　knew　she　liked。　Wendy　moaned　a　little　and　arched　her　back。
　　（？Something　I've　forgotten？）
　　〃Honey？〃　she　asked。　On　their　own　her　hands　sought　the　back　of　his　head　so　that　when　he　answered　his　voice　was　muffled　against　her　flesh。
　　〃How　would　the　ranger　take　us　out？〃　He　raised　his　head　slightly　to　answer　and　then　settled　his　mouth　against　the　other　nipple。
　　〃If　the　helicopter　was　spoken　for　I　guess　it　would　have　to　be　by　snowmobile。〃　（！！！）
　　〃But　we　have　one　of　those！　Ullman　said　so！〃　His　mouth　froze　against　her　breast　for　a　moment；　and　then　he　sat　up。　Her　own　face　was　slightly　flushed；　her　eyes　overbright。　Jack's　on　the　other　hand；　was　calm；　as　if　he　had　been　reading　a　rather　dull　book　instead　of　engaging　in　foreplay　with　his　wife。
　　〃If　there's　a　snowmobile　there's　no　problem；〃　she　said　excitedly。　〃We　can　all　three　go　down　together。〃
　　〃Wendy；　I've　never　driven　a　snowmobile　in　my　life。〃
　　〃It　can't　be　that　hard　to　learn。　Back　in　Vermont　you　see　ten…year…olds　driving　them　in　the　fields　。　。　。　although　what　their　parents　can　be　thinking　of　I　don't　know。　And　you　had　a　motorcycle　when　we　met。〃　He　had；　a　Honda　350cc。　He　had　traded　it　in　on　a　Saab　shortly　after　he　and　Wendy　took　up　residence　together。
　　〃I　suppose　I　could；〃　he　said　slowly。　〃But　I　wonder　how　well　it's　been　maintained。　Ullman　and　Watson　。　。　。　they　run　this　place　from　May　to　October。
　　They　have　summertime　minds。　I　know　it　won't　have　gas　in　it。　There　may　not　be　plugs　or　a　battery；　either。　I　don't　want　you　to　get　your　hopes　up　over　your　head；　Wendy。〃　She　was　totally　excited　now；　leaning　over　him；　her　breasts　tumbling　out　of　her　shirt。　He　had　a　sudden　impulse　to　seize　one　and　twist　it　until　she　shrieked。
　　Maybe　that　would　teach　her　to　shut　up。
　　〃The　gas　is　no　problem；〃　she　said。　〃The　VW‘　and　the　hotel　truck　are　both　full。
　　There's　gas　for　the　emergency　generator　downstairs；　too。　And　there　must　be　a　gascan　out　in　that　shed　so　you　could　carry　extra。〃
　　〃Yes；〃　he　said。　〃There　is〃　Actually　there　were　three　of　them；　two　five…gallons　and　a　two…gallon。
　　〃I'll　bet　the　sparkplugs　and　the　battery　are　out　there　too。　Nobody　would　store　their　snowmobile　in　one　place　and　the　plugs　and　battery　someplace　else；　would　they？〃
　　〃Doesn't　seem　likely；　does　it？〃　He　got　up　and　walked　over　to　where　Danny　lay　sleeping。　A　spill　of　hair　had　fallen　across　his　forehead　and　Jack　brushed　it　away　gently。　Danny　didn't　stir。
　　〃And　if　you　can　get　it　running　you'll　take　us　out？〃　she　asked　from　behind　him。
　　〃On　the　first　day　the　radio　says　good　weather？〃　For　a　moment　he　didn't　answer。　He　stood　looking　down　at　his　son；　and　his　mixed　feelings　dissolved　in　a　wave　of　love。　He　was　the　way　she　had　said；　vulnerable；　fragile。　The　marks　on　his　neck　were　very　prominent。
　　〃Yes；〃　he　said。　〃I'll　get　it　running　and　we'll　get　out　as　quick　as　we　can。〃
　　〃Thank　God！〃　He　turned　around。　She　had　taken　off　her　shirt　and　lay　on　the　bed；　her　belly　flat；　her　breasts　aimed　perkily　at　the　ceiling。　She　was　playing　with　them　lazily；　flicking　at　the　nipples。　〃Hurry　up；　gentlemen；〃　she　said　softly；　〃time。〃
　　
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　　After；　with　no　light　burning　in　the　room　but　the　night　light　that　Danny　had　brought　with　him　from　his　room；　she　lay　in　the　crook　of　his　arm；　feeling　deliciously　at　peace。　She　found　it　hard　to　believe　they　could　be　sharing　the　Overlook　with　a　murderous　stowaway。
　　〃Jack？〃
　　〃Hmmmm？〃
　　〃What　got　at　him？〃　He　didn't　answer　her　directly。　〃He　does　have　something。　Some　talent　the　rest　of　us　are　missing。　The　most　of　us；　beg　pardon。　And　maybe　the　Overlook　has　something；　too。〃
　　〃Ghosts？〃
　　〃I　don't　know。　Not　in　the　Algernon　Blackwood　sense；　that's　for　sure。　More　like　the　residues　of　the　feelings　of　the　people　who　have　stayed　here。　Good　things　and　bad　things。　In　that　sense；　I　suppose　that　every　big　hotel　has　got　its　ghosts。
　　Especially　the　old　ones。〃
　　〃But　a　dead　woman　in　the　tub　。　。　。　Jack；　he's　not　losing　his　mind；　is　he？〃　He　gave　her　a　brief　squeeze。　〃We　know　he　goes　into　。　。　。　well；　trances；　for　want　of　a　better　word　。　。　。　from　time　to　time。　We　know　that　when　he's　in　them　he　sometimes　。　。　。　sees？　。　。　。　things　he　doesn't　understand。　If　precognitive　trances　are　possible；　they're　probably　functions　of　the　subconscious　mind。　Freud