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Shockley this； and he told me he would take the responsibility。 Now I've told you； and apparently you are also willing to take the responsibility…〃
〃I am。〃
〃All right。 I'll accept that； since I have little choice。 But I would still rather have an unattached college boy taking a year off。 Well； perhaps you'll do。 Now I'll turn you over to Mr。 Watson； who will take you through the basement and around the grounds。 Unless you have further questions？〃
〃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。
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BOULDER
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 parison。 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。
〃Want me to see what I can do with that； honey？〃 Danny had gone back to staring up the street。 〃No。 Dad will fix it。〃
〃Your daddy may not be back until suppertime； doc。 It's a long drive up into those mountains。〃
〃Do you think the bug will break down？〃
〃No； I don't think so。〃 But he had just given her something new to worry about。 Thanks； Danny。 I needed that。
〃Dad said it might；〃 Danny said in a matter…of…fact； almost bored manner。 〃He said the fuel pump was all shot to shit。〃
〃Don't say that； Danny。〃
〃Fuel pump？〃 he asked her with honest surprise。
She sighed。 〃No； ‘All shot to shit。' Don't say that。〃
〃Why？〃
〃It's vulgar。〃
〃What's vulgar； Mom？〃
〃Like when you pick your nose at the table or pee with the bathroom door open。
Or saying things like ‘All shot to shit。' Shit is a vulgar word。 Nice people don't say it。〃
〃Dad says it。 When he was looking at the bugmotor be said； ‘Christ this fuel pump's all shot to sbit。' Isn't Dad nice？〃 How do you get into these things； Winnifred？ Do you practice？
〃He's nice； but he's also a grown…up。 And he's very careful not to say things like that in front of people who wouldn't understand。〃
〃You mean like Uncle AI？〃
〃Yes； that's right。〃
〃Can I say it when I'm grown…up？〃
〃I suppose you will； whether I like it or not。〃
〃How old？〃
〃How does twenty sound； doc？〃
〃That's a long time to have to wait。〃
〃I guess it is； but will you try？〃
〃Hokay。〃 He went back to staring up the street。 He flexed a little； as if to rise； but the beetle ing was much newer； and much brighter red。 He relaxed again。 She wondered just how hard this move to Colorado had been on Danny。 He was closemouthed about it； but it bothered her to see him spending so much time by himself。 In Vermont three of Jack's fellow faculty members had had children about Danny's age…and there bad been the preschool…but in this neighborhood there was no one for him to play with。 Most of the apartments were occupied by students attending CU； and of the few married couples here on Arapahoe Street； only a tiny percentage had children。 She had spotted perhaps a dozen of high school or junior high school age； three infants； and that was all。
〃Mommy； why did Daddy lose his job？〃 She was jolted out of her reverie and floundering for an answer。 She and Jack had discussed ways they might handle just such a question from Danny； ways that had varied from evasion to the plain truth with no varnish on it。 But Danny had never asked。 Not until now； when she was feeling low and least prepared for such a question。 Yet he was looking at her； maybe reading the confusion on her face and forming his own ideas about that。 She thought that to children adult motives and actions must seem as bulking and ominous as dangerous animals seen in the shadows of a dark forest。 They were jerked about like puppets； having only the vaguest notions why。 The thought brought her dangerously close to tears again； and while she fought them off she leaned over； picked up the disabled glider； and turned it over in her hands。
〃Your daddy was coaching the debate team； Danny。 Do you remember that？〃
〃Sure；〃 he said。 〃Arguments for fun； right？〃
〃Right。〃 She turned the glider over and over； looking at the trade name （SPEEDOGLIDE） and the blue star decals on the wings； and found herself telling the exact truth to her son。
〃There was a boy named George Hatfield that Daddy had to cut from the team。
That means he wasn't as good as some of the others。 George said your daddy cut him because he didn't like him and not because he wasn't good enough。 Then George did a bad thing。 I think you know about that。〃
〃Was he the one who put the holes in our bug's tires？〃
〃Yes； he was。 It was after school and your daddy caught him doing it。〃 Now she hesitated again； but there was no question of evasion now； it was reduced to tell the truth or tell a lie。
〃Your daddy 。 。 。 sometimes he does things he's sorry for later。 Sometimes he doesn't think the way he should。 That doesn't happen very often； but sometimes it does。〃
〃Did he hurt George Hatfield like the time I spilled all his papers？〃 Sometimes… （Danny with his arm in a cast） …he does things he's sorry for later。
Wendy blinked her eyes savagely hard； driving her tears all the way back。
〃Something like that； honey。 Your daddy hit George to make him stop cutting the tires and George hit his head。 Then the men who are in charge of the school said that George couldn't go there anymore and your daddy couldn't teach there anymore。〃 She stopped； out of words； and waited in dread for the deluge of questions。
〃Oh；〃 Danny said； and went back to looking up the street。 Apparently the subject was closed。 If only it could be closed that easily for her… She stood up。 〃I'm going upstairs for a cup of tea； doc。 Want a couple of cookies and a glass of milk？〃
〃I think I'll watch for Dad。〃
〃I don't think he'll be home much before five。〃
〃Maybe he'll be early。
