sk.theshining-第75部分

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s；　he　had　lain　on　top　of　her　countless　times…in　the　thousandsbut　she　had　never　realized　how　heavy　he　was。　Her　breath　whistled　painfully　in　and　out　of　her　hurt　throat。　Nevertheless；　she　felt　better　than　she　had　in　days。　She　was　alive。　Having　just　brushed　so　close　to　death；　that　was　precious。　And　Jack　was　alive；　too。　By　blind　luck　rather　than　plan；　they　had　perhaps　found　the　only　way　that　would　bring　them　all　safely　out。
　　Panting　harshly；　she　paused　a　moment；　holding　Jack's　feet　against　her　hips。
　　The　surroundings　reminded　her　of　the　old　seafaring　captain's　cry　in　Treasure　Island　after　old　blind　Pew　had　passed　him　the　Black　Spot：　h'e'll　do　em　yeti　And　then　she　remembered；　unfortably；　that　the　old　seadog　had　dropped　dead　mere　seconds　later。
　　〃Are　you　all　right；　Mommy？　Is　he。。　。　is　he　too　heavy？〃
　　〃I'll　manage。〃　She　began　to　drag　him　again。　Danny　was　beside　Jack。　One　of　his　hands　had　fallen　off　his　chest；　and　Danny　replaced　it　gently；　with　love。
　　〃Are　you　sure；　Mommy？〃
　　〃Yes。　It's　the　best　thing；　Danny。〃
　　〃It's　like　putting　him　in　jail。〃
　　〃Only　for　awhile。〃
　　〃Okay；　then。　Are　you　sure　you　can　do　it？〃
　　〃Yes。〃　But　it　was　a　near　thing；　at　that。　Danny　had　been　cradling　his　father's　head　when　they　went　over　the　doorsills；　but　his　hands　slipped　in　Jack's　greasy　hair　as　they　went　into　the　kitchen。　The　back　of　his　head　struck　the　tiles；　and　Jack　began　to　moan　and　stir。
　　〃You　got　to　use　smoke；〃　Jack　muttered　quickly。　〃Now　run　and　get　me　that　gascan。〃　Wendy　and　Danny　exchanged　tight；　fearful　glances。
　　〃Help　me；〃　she　said　in　a　low　voice。
　　For　a　moment　Danny　stood　as　if　paralyzed　by　his　father's　face；　and　then　he　moved　jerkily　to　her　side　and　helped　her　hold　the　left　leg。　They　dragged　him　across　the　kitchen　floor　in　a　nightmare　kind　of　slow　motion；　the　only　sounds　the　faint；　insectile　buzz　of　the　fluorescent　lights　and　their　own　labored　breathing。
　　When　they　reached　the　pantry；　Wendy　put　Jack's　feet　down　and　turned　to　fumble　with　the　bolt。　Danny　looked　down　at　Jack；　who　was　lying　limp　and　relaxed　again。
　　The　shirttail　had　pulled　out　of　the　back　of　his　pants　as　they　dragged　him　and　Danny　wondered　if　Daddy　was　too　drunk　to　be　cold。　It　seemed　wrong　to　lock　him　in　the　pantry　like　a　wild　animal；　but　he　had　seen　what　he　tried　to　do　to　Mommy。
　　Even　upstairs　he　had　known　Daddy　was　going　to　do　that。　He　had　heard　them　arguing　in　his　head。
　　（If　only　we　could　all　be　out　of　here。　Or　if　it　was　a　dream　I　was　having；　back　in　Stovington。　If　only。）　The　bolt　was　stuck。
　　Wendy　pulled　at　it　as　hard　as　she　could；　but　it　wouldn't　move。　She　couldn't　retract　the　goddam　bolt。　It　was　stupid　and　unfair　。　。　。　she　had　opened　it　with　no　trouble　at　all　when　she　had　gone　in　to　get　the　can　of　soup。　Now　it　wouldn't　move；　and　what　was　she　going　to　do？　They　couldn't　put　him　in　the　walk…in　refrigerator；　he　would　freeze　or　smother　to　death。　But　if　they　left　him　out　and　he　woke　up　。　。　。
　　Jack　stirred　again　on　the　floor。
　　〃I'll　take　care　of　it；〃　he　muttered。　〃I　understand〃
　　〃He's　waking　up；　Mommyl〃　Danny　warned。
　　Sobbing　now；　she　yanked　at　the　bolt　with　both　hands。
　　〃Danny？〃　There　was　something　softly　menacing；　if　still　blurry；　in　Jack's　voice。　〃That　you；　ole　doc？〃
　　〃Just　go　to　sleep；　Daddy；〃　Danny　said　nervously。　〃It's　bedtime；　you　know。〃　He　looked　up　at　his　mother；　still　struggling　with　the　bolt；　and　saw　what　was　wrong　immediately。　She　had　forgotten　to　rotate　the　bolt　before　trying　to　withdraw　it。　The　little　catch　was　stuck　in　its　notch。
　　〃Here；〃　he　said　low；　and　brushed　her　trembling　hands　aside；　his　own　were　shaking　almost　as　badly。　He　knocked　the　catch　loose　with　the　heel　of　his　hand　and　the　bolt　drew　back　easily。
　　〃Quick；〃　he　said。　He　looked　down。　Jack's　eyes　bad　fluttered　open　again　and　this　time　Daddy　was　looking　directly　at　him；　his　gaze　strangely　flat　and　speculative。
　　〃You　copied　it；〃　Daddy　told　him。　〃I　know　you　did；　But　it's　here　somewhere。　And　I'll　find　it。　That　I　promise　you。　IT　find　it　。　。　。　〃　His　words　slurred　off　again。
　　Wendy　pushed　the　pantry　door　open　with　her　knee；　hardly　noticing　the　pungent　odor　of　dried　fruit　that　wafted　out。　She　picked　up　Jack's　feet　again　and　dragged　him　in。　She　was　gasping　harshly　now；　at　the　limit　of　her　strength。　As　she　yanked　the　chain　pull　that　turned　on　the　light；　Jack's　eyes　fluttered　open　again。
　　〃What　are　you　doing？　Wendy？　What　are　you　doing？〃　She　stepped　over　him。
　　He　was　quick；　amazingly　quick。　One　hand　lashed　out　and　she　had　to　sidestep　and　nearly　fall　out　the　door　to　avoid　his　grasp。　Still；　he　had　caught　a　handful　of　her　bathrobe　and　there　was　a　heavy　purring　noise　as　it　ripped。；　He　was　up　on　his　hands　and　knees　now；　his　hair　hanging　in　his　eyes；　like　some　heavy　animal。　A　large　dog　。　。　。　or　a　lion。
　　〃Damn　you　both；　I　know　what　you　want。　But　you're　not　going　to　get　it。　This　hotel　。　。　。　it's　mine。　It's　me　they　want。　Mel　Mel〃
　　〃The　door；　Dannyl〃　she　screamed。　〃Shut　the　door！〃　He　pushed　the　heavy　wooden　door　shut　with　a　slam；　just　as　lack　leaped。　The　door　latched　and　Jack　thudded　uselessly　against　it。
　　Danny's　small　hands　groped　at　the　bolt。　Wendy　was　too　far　away　to　help；　the　issue　of　whether　he　would　be　locked　in　or　free　was　going　to　be　decided　in　two　seconds。　Danny　missed　his　grip；　found　it　again；　and　shot　the　bolt　across　just　as　the　latch　began　to　jiggle　madly　up　and　down　below　it。　Then　it　stayed　up　and　there　was　a　series　of　thuds　as　Jack　slammed　his　shoulder　against　the　door。　The　bolt；　a　quarter　inch　of　steel　in　diameter；　showed　no　signs　of　loosening。　Wendy　let　her　breath　out　slowly。
　　〃Let　me　out　of　here！〃　Jack　raged。　〃Let　me　out！　Danny；　doggone　it；　this　is　your　father　and　I　want　to　get　out！　Now　do　what　I　tell　youl〃　Danny's　hand　moved　automatically　toward　the　bolt。　Wendy　caught　it　and　pressed　it　between　her　breasts。
　　〃You　mind　your　daddy；　Dannyl　You　do　what　I　sayl　You　do　it　or　I'll　give　you　a　hiding　you'll　never　forget。　Open　this　door　or　FU　bash　your　fucking　brains　in！〃　Danny　looked　at　her；　pale　as　window　glass。
　　They　could　hear　his　breath　tearing　in　and　out　behind　the　half　inch　of　solid　oak。
　　〃Wendy；　you　let　me　outl　Let　me　out　right　now！　You　cheap　pickle…plated　cold…　cunt　bitch！　You　let　me　out！　I　mean　it！　Let　me　out　of　here　and　I'll　let　it　go！　If　you　don't；　I'll　mess　you　up！　I　mean　it！　I'll　mess　you　up　so　bad　your　own　mother　would　pass　you　on　the　street！　Now　open　this　door！〃　Danny　moaned。　Wendy　looked　at　him　and　saw　he　was　going　to　faint　in　a　moment。
　　〃e　on；　doc；〃　she　said；　surprised　at　the　calmness　of　her　own　voices　〃It's　not　your　daddy　talking；　remember。　It's　the　hotel。〃
　　〃e　hack　here　and　let　me　out　right　NOW！〃　Jack　screamed。　There　was　a　scraping；　breaking　sound　as　he　attacked　the　inside　of　the　door　with　his　fingernails。
　　〃It's　the　hotel；〃　Danny　said。　〃It's　the　hotel。　I　remember。〃　But　he　looked　back　over　his　shoulder　and　his　face　was　crumpled　and　terrified。
　　　
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　　DANNY
　　
　　It　was　three　in　the　afternoon　of　a　long；　long　day。
　　They　were　sitting　on　the　big　bed　in　their　quarters。　Danny　was　turning　the　purple　VW　model　with　the　monster　sticking　out　of　the　sun　roof　over　and　over　in　his　hands；　pulsively。
　　They　had　heard　Daddy's　batterings　at　the　door　all　the　way　across　the　lobby；　the　batterings　and　his　voice；　hoarse　and　petulantly　angry　in　a　weak…king　sort　of　a　way；　vomiting　promises　of　punishment；　vomiting　profanity；　promising　both　of　them　that　they　would　live　to　regret　betraying　him　after　he　had　slaved　his　guts　out　for　them　over　the　years。
　　Danny　thought　they　would　no　longer　be　able　to　hear　it　upstairs；　but　the　sounds　of　his　rage　carried　perfectly　up　the　dumb…waiter　shaft：　Mommy's　face　was　pale；　and　there　were　horrible　brownish　bruises　on　her　neck　where　Daddy　had　tried　to　。　。　。　
　　He　turned　the　model　over　and　over　in　his　hands；　Daddy's　prize　for　having　learned　his　reading　lessons。
　　（。　。　。　where　Daddy　had　tried　to　hug　her　too　tight。）　Mommy　put　some　of　her　music　on　the　little　record　player；　scratchy　and　full　of　horns　and　flutes。　She　smiled　at　him　tiredly。　He　tried　to　smile　back　and　failed。
　　Even　with　the　volume　turned　up　loud　he　thought　he　could　still　hear　Daddy　screaming　at　them　and　battering　the　pantry　door　like　an　animal　in　a　zoo　cage：　What　if　Daddy　had　to　go　to　the　bathroom？　What　would　he　do　then？
　　Danny　began　to　cry。
　　Wendy　turned　the　volume　down　on　the　record　player　at　once；　held　him；　rocked　him　on　her　lap。
　　〃Danny；　love；　it　will　be　all　right。　It　will。　If　Mr。　Hallorann　didn't　get　your　message；　someone　else　will。　As　soon　as　the　storm　is　over。　No　one　could　get　up　here　until　then　anyway。　Mr。　Hallorann　or　anyone　else。　But　when　the　storm　is　over；　everything　will　be　fine　again。　We'll　leave　here。　And　do　you　know　what　we'll　do　next　spring？　The　three　of　us？〃　Danny　shook　his　head　against　her　breasts。　He　didn't　know。　It　seemed　there　could　never　be　spring　again。
　　〃We'll　go　fishing。　We'll　rent　a　boat　and　go　fishing；　just　like　we　did　last　year　on　Chatterton　Lake。　You　and　me　and　your　daddy。　And　maybe　you'll　catch　a　bass　for　our　supper。　And　maybe　we　won't　catch　anything；　but　we're　sure　to　have　a　good　time。〃
　　〃I　love　you；　Mommy；〃　he　said；　and　hugged　her。
　　〃Oh；　Danny；　I　love　you；　too。〃　Outside；　the　wind　whooped　and　screamed；
　　
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　　Around　four…thirty；　just　as　the　daylight　began　to　fail；　the　screams　ceased。
　　They　had　both　been　dozing　uneasily；　Wendy　still　holding　Danny　in　her　arms；　and　she　didn't　wake。　But　Danny　did。　Somehow　the　silence　was　worse；　more　ominous　than　the　screams　and　the　blows　against　the　strong　pantry　door。　Was　Daddy　asleep　again？　Or　dead？　Or　what？
　　（Did　he　get　out？）　Fifteen　minutes　later　the　silence　was　broken　by　a　hard；　grating；　metallic　rattle。　There　was　a　heavy　grinding；　then　a　mechanical　humming。　Wendy　came　awake　with　a　cry。
　　The　elevator　was　running　again。
　　They　listened　to　it；　wide…eyed；　hugging　each　other。　It　went　from　floor　to　floor；　the　grate　rattling　back；　the　brass　door　slamming　open。　There　was　laughter；　drunken　shouts；　occasional　screams；　and　the　sounds　of　breakage。
　　The　Overlook　was　ing　to　life　around　them；
　　　
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　　JACK
　　
　　He　sat　on　the　floor　of　the　pantry　with　his　legs　out　in　front　of　him；　a　box　of　Triscuit　crackers　between　them；　looking　at