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ing　both　hands　nervously　through　his　hair；　as　she　had　done　while　waiting　for　Jack　to　e　home　from　his　round　of　the　bars。　She　couldn't　believe　Al　had　called　just　to　〃ask　how　things　were　going。〃　If　you　wanted　to　shoot　the　bull；　you　called　Al。　When　Al　called　you；　that　was　business。
　　Later；　when　she　had　e　back　downstairs；　she　had　found　Danny　curled　up　by　the　fire　again；　reading　the　second…grade…primer　adventures　of　Joe　and　Rachel　at　the　circus　with　their　daddy　in　plete；　absorbed　attention。　The　fidgety　distraction　had　pletely　disappeared。　Watching　him；　she　had　been　struck　again　by　the　eerie　certainty　that　Danny　knew　more　and　understood　more　than　there　was　room　for　in　Dr。　（〃Just　call　me　Bill〃）　Edmonds's　philosophy。
　　〃Hey；　time　for　bed；　doc；〃　she'd　said。
　　〃Yeah；　okay。〃　He　marked　his　place　in　the　book　and　stood　up。
　　〃Wash　up　and　brush　your　teeth。〃
　　〃Okay。〃
　　〃Don't　forget　to　use　the　floss。〃
　　〃I　won't。〃　They　stood　side　by　side　for　a　moment；　watching　the　wax　and　wane　of　the　coals　of　the　fire。　Most　of　the　lobby　was　chilly　and　drafty；　but　this　circle　around　the　fireplace　was　magically　warm；　and　hard　to　leave。
　　〃It　was　Uncle　Al　on　the　phone；〃　she　said　casually。
　　〃Oh　yeah？〃　Totally　unsurprised。
　　〃I　wonder　if　Uncle　Al　was　mad　at　Daddy；〃　she　said；　still　casually。
　　〃Yeah；　he　sure　was；〃　Danny　said；　still　watching　the　fire。　〃He　didn't　want　Daddy　to　write　the　book。〃
　　〃What　book；　Danny？〃
　　〃About　the　hotel。〃　The　question　framed　on　her　lips　was　one　she　and　Jack　had　asked　Danny　a　thousand　times：　How　do　you　know　that？　She　hadn't　asked　him。　She　didn't　want　to　upset　him　before　bed；　or　make　him　aware　that　they　were　casually　discussing　his　knowledge　of　things　he　had　no　way　of　knowing　at　all。　And　he　did　know；　she　was　convinced　of　that。　Dr。　Edmonds's　patter　about　inductive　reasoning　and　subconscious　logic　was　just　that：　patter。　Her　sister　。　。　。　how　had　Danny　known　she　was　thinking　about　Aileen　in　the　waiting　room　that　day？　And　（I　dreamed　Daddy　had　an　accident。）　She　shook　her　head；　as　if　to　clear　it。　〃Go　wash　up；　doc。〃
　　〃Okay。〃　He　ran　up　the　stairs　toward　their　quarters。　Frowning；　she　had　gone　into　the　kitchen　to　warm　Jack's　milk　in　a　saucepan。
　　And　now；　lying　wakeful　in　her　bed　and　listening　to　her　husband's　breathing　and　the　wind　outside　（miraculously；　they'd　had　only　another　flurry　that　afternoon；　still　no　heavy　snow）；　she　let　her　mind　turn　fully　to　her　lovely；　troubling　son；　born　with　a　caul　over　his　face；　a　simple　tissue　of　membrane　that　doctors　saw　perhaps　once　in　every　seven　hundred　births；　a　tissue　that　the　old　wives'　tales　said　betokened　the　second　sight。
　　She　decided　that　it　was　time　to　talk　to　Danny　about　the　Overlook　。　。　。　and　high　time　she　tried　to　get　Danny　to　talk　to　her。　Tomorrow。　For　sure。　The　two　of　them　would　be　going　down　to　the　Sidewinder　Public　Library　to　see　if　they　could　get　him　some　second…grade…level　books　on　an　extended　loan　through　the　winter；　and　she　would　talk　to　him。　And　frankly。　With　that　thought　she　felt　a　little　easier；　and　at　last　began　to　drift　toward　sleep。
　　
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　　Danny　lay　awake　in　his　bedroom；　eyes　open；　left　arm　encircling　his　aged　and　slightly　worse…for…wear　Pooh　（Pooh　had　lost　one　shoe…button　eye　and　was　oozing　stuffing　from　half　a　dozen　sprung　seams）；　listening　to　his　parents　sleep　in　their　bedroom。　He　felt　as　if　he　were　standing　unwilling　guard　over　them。　The　nights　were　the　worst　of　all。　He　hated　the　nights　and　the　constant　howl　of　the　wind　around　the　west　side　of　the　hotel。
　　His　glider　floated　overhead　from　a　string。　On　his　bureau　the　VW　model；　brought　up　from　the　roadway　setup　downstairs；　glowed　a　dimly　fluorescent　purple。　His　books　were　in　the　bookcase；　his　coloring　books　on　the　desk。　A　place　for　everything　and　everything　in　its　place。　Mommy　said。　Then　you　know　where　it　is　when　you　want　it。　But　now　things　had　been　misplaced。　Things　were　missing。　Worse　still；　things　had　been　added；　things　you　couldn't　quite　see；　like　in　one　of　those　pictures　that　said　CAN　YOU　SEE　THE　INDIANS？　And　if　you　strained　and　squinted；　you　could　see　some　of　them…the　thing　you　had　taken　for　a　cactus　at　first　glance　was　really　a　brave　with　a　knife　clamped　in　his　teeth；　and　there　were　others　hiding　in　the　rocks；　and　you　could　even　see　one　of　their　evil；　merciless　faces　peering　through　the　spokes　of　a　covered　wagon　wheel。　But　you　could　never　see　all　of　them；　and　that　was　what　made　you　uneasy。　Because　it　was　the　ones　you　couldn't　see　that　would　sneak　up　behind　you；　a　tomahawk　in　one　hand　and　a　scalping　knife　in　the　other　。　。　。
　　He　shifted　uneasily　in　his　bed；　his　eyes　searching　out　the　forting　glow　of　the　night　light。　Things　were　worse　here。　He　knew　that　much　for　sure。　At　first　they　hadn't　been　so　bad；　but　little　by　little　。　。　。　his　daddy　thought　about　drinking　a　lot　more。　Sometimes　he　was　angry　at　Mommy　and　didn't　know　why。　He　went　around　wiping　his　lips　with　his　handkerchief　and　his　eyes　were　far　away　and　cloudy。　Mommy　was　worried　about　him　and　Danny；　too。　He　didn't　have　to　shine　into　her　to　know　that；　it　had　been　in　the　anxious　way　she　had　questioned　him　on　the　day　the　fire　hose　had　seemed　to　turn　into　a　snake。　Mr。　Hallorann　said　he　thought　all　mothers　could　shine　a　little　bit；　and　she　had　known　on　that　day　that　something　had　happened。　But　not　what。
　　He　had　almost　told　her；　but　a　couple　of　things　had　held　him　back。　He　knew　that　the　doctor　in　Sidewinder　had　dismissed　Tony　and　the　things　that　Tony　showed　him　as　perfectly　（well　almost）　normal。　His　mother　might　not　believe　him　if　he　told　her　about　the　hose。　Worse；　she　might　believe　him　in　the　wrong　way；　might　think　he　was　LOSING　HIS　MARBLES。
　　He　understood　a　little　about　LOSING　YOUR　MARBLES；　not　as　much　as　he　did　about　GETTING　A　BABY；　which　his　mommy　had　explained　to　him　the　year　before　at　some　length；　but　enough。
　　Once；　at　nursery　school；　his　friend　Scott　had　pointed　out　a　boy　named　Robin　Stenger；　who　was　moping　around　the　swings　with　a　face　almost　long　enough　to　step　on。　Robin's　father　taught　arithmetic　at　Daddy's　school；　and　Scott's　daddy　taught　history　there。　Most　of　the　kids　at　the　nursery　school　were　associated　either　with　Stovington　Prep　or　with　the　small　IBM　plant　just　outside　of　town。　The　prep　kids　chummed　in　one　group；　the　IBM　kids　in　another。　There　were　cross…　friendships；　of　course；　but　it　was　natural　enough　for　the　kids　whose　fathers　knew　each　other　to　more　or　less　stick　together。　When　there　was　an　adult　scandal　in　one　group；　it　almost　always　filtered　down　to　the　children　in　some　wildly　mutated　form　or　other；　but　it　rarely　jumped　to　the　other　group。
　　He　and　Scotty　were　sitting　in　the　play　rocketship　when　Scotty　jerked　his　thumb　at　Robin　and　said：　〃You　know　that　kid？〃
　　〃Yeah；〃　Danny　said。
　　Scott　leaned　forward。　〃His　dad　LOST　HIS　MARBLES　last　night。　They　took　him　away。〃
　　〃Yeah？　Just　for　losing　some　marbles？〃　Scotty　looked　disgusted。　〃He　went　crazy。　You　know。〃　Scott　crossed　his　eyes；　flopped　out　his　tongue；　and　twirled　his　index　fingers　in　large　elliptical　orbits　around　his　ears。　〃They　took　him　t0　THE　BUGHOUSE。〃
　　〃Wow；〃　Danny　said。　〃When　will　they　let　him　e　back？〃
　　〃Never…never…never；〃　Scotty　said　darkly。
　　In　the　course　of　that　day　and　the　next；　Danny　heard　that　a。）　Mr。　Stenger　had　tried　to　kill　everybody　in　his　family；　including　Robin；　with　his　World　War　II　souvenir　pistol；　b。）　Mr。　Stenger　ripped　the　house　to　pieces　while　he　was　STINKO；　c。）　Mr。　Stenger　had　been　discovered　eating　a　bowl　of　dead　bugs　and　grass　like　they　were　cereal　and　milk　and　crying　while　he　did　it；　d。）　Mr。　Stenger　had　tried　to　strangle　his　wife　with　a　stocking　when　the　Red　Sox　lost　a　big　ball　game。
　　Finally；　too　troubled　to　keep　it　to　himself；　he　had　asked　Daddy　about　Mr。
　　Stenger。　His　daddy　had　taken　him　on　his　lap　and　had　explained　that　Mr。　Stenger　had　been　under　a　great　deal　of　strain；　some　of　it　about　his　family　and　some　about　his　job　and　some　of　it　about　things　that　nobody　but　doctors　could　understand。　He　had　been　having　crying　fits；　and　three　nights　ago　he　had　gotten　crying　and　couldn't　stop　it　and　had　broken　a　lot　of　things　in　the　Stenger　home。
　　It　wasn't　LOSING　YOUR　MARBLES；　Daddy　said；　it　was　HAVING　A　BREAKDOWN；　and　Mr。
　　Stenger　wasn't　in　a　BUGHOUSE　but　in　a　SANNY…TARI