sk.theshining-第14部分
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urse off to one side； arranging instruments and humming。 The sharp； glassy pains had been ing at steadily shortening intervals； and several times she had screamed in spite of her shame。
Then the doctor told her quite sternly that she must PUSH； and she did； and then she felt something being taken from her。 It was a clear and distinct feeling； one she would never forget…the thing taken。 Then the doctor held her son up by the legs…she had seen his tiny sex and known he was a boy immediately… and as the doctor groped for the airmask； she had seen something else； something so horrible that she found the strength to scream again after she had thought all screams were used up： He has no face！
But of course there had been a face； Danny's own sweet face； and the caul that had covered it at birth now resided in a small jar which she had kept； almost shamefully。 She did not hold with old superstition； but she had kept the caul nevertheless。 She did not hold with wives' tales； but the boy had been unusual from the first。 She did not believe in second sight but… Did Daddy have an accident？ I dreamed Daddy had an accident。
Something had changed him。 She didn't believe it was just her getting ready to ask for a divorce that had done it。 Something had happened before that morning。
Something that had happened while she slept uneasily。 Al Shockley said that nothing had happened； nothing at all； but he had averted his eyes when he said it； and if you believed faculty gossip； Al had also climbed aboard the fabled wagon。
Did Daddy have an accident？
Maybe a chance collision with fate； surely nothing much more concrete。 She had read that day's paper and the next day's with a closer eye than usual； but she saw nothing she could connect with Jack。 God help her； she had been looking for a hit…and…run accident or a barroom brawl that had resulted in serious injuries or 。 。 。 who knew？ Who wanted to？ But no policeman came to call； either to ask questions or with a warrant empowering him to take paint scrapings from the WV's bumpers。 Nothing。 Only her husband's one hundred and eighty degree change and her son's sleepy question on waking： Did Daddy have an accident？ I dreamed 。 。 。
She had stuck with Jack more for Danny's sake than she would admit in her waking hours； but now； sleeping lightly； she could admit it： Danny had been Jack's for the asking； almost from the first。 Just as she had been her father's； almost from the first。 She couldn't remember Danny ever spitting a bottle back on Jack's shirt。 Jack could get him to eat after she had given up in disgust； even when Danny was teething and it gave him visible pain to chew。 When Danny had a stomachache； she would rock him for an hour before he began to quiet； Jack had only to pick him up； walk twice around the room with him； and Danny would be asleep on lack's shoulder； his thumb securely corked in his mouth。
He hadn't minded changing diapers； even those he called the special deliveries。 He sat with Danny for hours on end； bouncing him on his lap； playing finger games with him； making faces at him while Danny poked at his nose and then collapsed with the giggles。 He made formulas and administered them faultlessly； getting up every last burp afterward。 He would take Danny with him in the car to get the paper or a bottle of milk or nails at the hardware store even when their son was still an infant。 He had taken Danny to a Stovington… Keene soccer match when Danny was only six months old； and Danny had sat motionlessly on his father's lap through the whole game； wrapped in a blanket； a small Stovington pennant clutched in one chubby fist。
He loved his mother but he was his father's boy。
And hadn't she felt； time and time again； her son's wordless opposition to the whole idea of divorce？ She would be thinking about it in the kitchen； turning it over in her mind as she turned the potatoes for supper over in her hands for the peeler's blade。 And she would turn around to see him sitting cross…legged in a kitchen chair； looking at her with eyes that seemed both frightened and accusatory。 Walking with him in the park； he would suddenly seize both her hands and say…almost demand： 〃Do you love me？ Do you love daddy？〃 And； confused； she would nod or say； 〃Of course I do； honey。〃 Then he would run to the duck pond； sending them squawking and scared to the other end； flapping their wings in a panic before the small ferocity of his charge； leaving her to stare after him and wonder。
There were even times when it seemed that her determination to at least discuss the matter with Jack dissolved； not out of her own weakness； but under the determination of her son's will。
I don't believe such things。
But in sleep she did believe them； and in sleep； with her husband's seed still drying on her thighs； she felt that the three of them had been permanently welded together…that if their three/oneness was to be destroyed； it would not be destroyed by any of them but from outside。
Most of what she believed centered around her love for Jack。 She had never stopped loving him； except maybe for that dark period immediately following Danny's 〃accident。〃 And she loved her son。 Most of all she loved them together； walking or riding or only sitting； Jack's large head and Danny's small one poised alertly over the fans of old maid hands； sharing a bottle of Coke； looking at the funnies。 She loved having them with her； and she hoped to dear God that this hotel caretaking job Al had gotten for Jack would be the beginning of good times again。
And the wind gonna rise up； baby； and blow my blues away 。 。 。
Soft and sweet and mellow； the song came back and lingered； following her down into a deeper sleep where thought ceased and the faces that came in dreams went unremembered。
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IN ANOTHER BEDROOM
Danny awoke with the booming still loud in his ears； and the drunk； savagely pettish voice crying hoarsely： e out here and take your medicine！ I'll find you！ I'll find youl But now the booming was only his racing heart； and the only voice in the night was the faraway sound of a police siren。
He lay in bed motionlessly； looking up at the wind…stirred shadows of the leaves on his bedroom ceiling。 They twined sinuously together； making shapes like the vines and creepers in a jungle； like patterns woven into the nap of a thick carpet。 He was clad in Doctor Denton pajamas； but between the pajama suit and his skin he had grown a more closely fitting singlet of perspiration。
〃Tony？〃 he whispered。 〃You there？〃 No answer。
He slipped out of bed and padded silently across to the window and looked out on Arapahoe Street； now still and silent。 It was two in the morning。 There was nothing out there but empty sidewalks drifted with fallen leaves； parked cars； and the long…necked streetlight on the corner across from the Cliff Brice gas station。 With its hooded top and motionless stance； the streetlight looked like a monster in a space show。
He looked up the street both ways； straining his eyes for Tony's slight； beckoning form； but there was no one there。
The wind sighed through the trees； and the fallen leaves rattled up the deserted walks and around the hubcaps of parked cars。 It was a faint and sorrowful sound； and the boy thought that he might be the only one in Boulder awake enough to hear it。 The only human being； at least。 There was no way of knowing what else might be out in the night； slinking hungrily through the shadows； watching and scenting the breeze。
I'll find you！ I'll find you！
〃Tony？〃 he whispered again； but without much hope。
Only the wind spoke back； gusting more strongly this time； scattering leaves across the sloping roof below his window。 Some of them slipped into the raingutter and came to rest there like tired dancers。
Danny 。 。 。 Danneee 。 。 。
He started at the sound of that familiar voice and craned out the window； his small hands on the sill。 With the sound of Tony's voice the whole night seemed to have e silently and secretly alive； whispering even when the wind quieted again and the leaves were still and the shadows had stopped moving。 He thought he saw a darker shadow stand
