sk.theshining-第90部分
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〃Something that will improve the general situation in some small way； I hope。〃
〃I hope so too；〃 Hallorann said； and smiled。 She smiled back at him； ten years dropping silently from her face as she did so。
* * *
Because he had only the flight bag he'd carried for luggage； Hallorann beat the crowd to the Hertz desk on the lower level。 Outside the smoked glass windows he could see the snow still falling steadily。 The gusting wind drove white clouds of it back and forth； and the people walking across to the parking area were struggling against it。 One man lost his hat and Hallorann could miserate with him as it whirled high； wide； and handsome。 The man stared after it and Hallorann thought： （Aw； just forget it； man。 That homburg ain't in down until it gets to Arizona。） On the heels of that thought： （If it's this bad in Denver； what's it going to be like west of Boulder？） Best not to think about that； maybe。
〃Can I help you； sir？〃 a girl in Hertz yellow asked him。
〃If you got a car； you can help me；〃 he said with a big grin。
For a heavier…than…average charge he was able to get a heavier…than…average car； a silver and black Buick Electra。 He was thinking of the winding mountain roads rather than style； he would still have to stop somewhere along the way and get chains put on。 He wouldn't get far without them。
〃How bad is it？〃 he asked as she handed him the rental agreement to sign。
〃They say it's the worst storm since 1969；〃 she answered brightly。 〃Do you have far to drive； sir？〃
〃Farther than I'd like。〃
〃If you'd like； sir； I can phone ahead to the Texaco station at the Route 270 junction。 They'll put chains on for you。'
〃That would be a great blessing； dear。〃 She picked up the phone and made the call。 〃They'll be expecting you。〃
〃Thank you much。〃 Leaving the desk； he saw the sharp…faced woman standing on one of the queues that had formed in front of the luggage carousel。 She was still reading her book。 Hallorann winked at her as he went by。 She looked up； smiled at him； and gave him a peace sign。
（shine） He turned up his overcoat collar； smiling； and shifted his flight bag to the other hand。 Only a little one； but it made him feel better。 He was sorry he'd told her that fish story about having a steel plate in his head。 He mentally wished her well and as he went out into the howling wind and snow； he thought she wished him the same in return
* * *
The charge for putting on the chains at the service station was a modest one； but Hallorann slipped the man at work in the garage bay an extra ten to get moved up a little way on the waiting list。 It was still quarter of ten before he was actually on the road； the windshield wipers clicking and the chains clinking with tuneless monotony on the Buick's big wheels。
The turnpike was a mess。 Even with the chains he could go no faster than thirty。 Cars had gone off the road at crazy angles； and on several of the grades traffic was barely struggling along； summer tires spinning helplessly in the drifting powder。 It was the first big storm of the winter down here in the lowlands （if you could call a mile above sealevel 〃low〃）； and it was a mother。
Many of them were unprepared； mon enough； but Hallorann still found himself cursing them as he inched around them； peering into his snow…clogged outside mirror to be sure nothing was （Dashing through the snow 。 。 。） ing up in the left…hand lane to cream his black ass。
There was more bad luck waiting for him at the Route 36 entrance ramp。 Route 36； the Denver…Boulder turnpike； also goes west to Estes Park； where it connects with Route 7。 That road； also known as the Upland Highway； goes through Sidewinder； passes the Overlook Hotel； and finally winds down the Western Slope and into Utah。
The entrance ramp had been blocked by an overturned semi。 Bright…burning flares had been scattered around it like birthday candles on some idiot child's cake。
He came to a stop and rolled his window down。 A cop with a fur Cossack hat jammed down over his ears gestured with one gloved hand toward the flow of traffic moving north on I…25。
〃You can't get up herel〃 he bawled to Hallorann over the wind。 〃Go down two exits； get on 91； and connect with 36 at Broomfield！〃
〃I think I could get around him on the left！〃 Hallorann shouted back。 〃That's twenty miles out of my way； what you're rappin！〃
〃I'll rap your friggin head！〃 the cop shouted back。 〃This ramp's closed！〃 Hallorann backed up； waited for a break in traffic； and continued on his way up Route 25。 The signs informed him it was only a hundred miles to Cheyenne； Wyoming。 If he didn't look out for his ramp； he'd wind up there。
He inched his speed up to thirty…five but dared no more； already snow was threatening to clog his wiper blades and the traffic patterns were decidedly crazy。 Twenty…mile detour。 He cursed； and the feeling that time was growing shorter for the boy welled up in him again； nearly suffocating with its urgency。
And at the same time he felt a fatalistic certainty that he would not be ing back from this trip。
He turned on the radio； dialed past Christmas ads； and found a weather forecast。
〃…six inches already； and another foot is expected in the Denver metro area by nightfall。 Local and state police urge you not to take your car out of the garage unless it's absolutely necessary； and warn that most mountain passes have already been closed。 So stay home and wax up your boards and keep tuned to…〃
〃Thanks； mother；〃 Hallorann said； and turned the radio off savagely。
》
WENDY
Around noon； after Danny had gone into the bathroom to use the toilet； Wendy took the towel…wrapped knife from under her pillow； put it in the pocket of her bathrobe； and went over to the bathroom door。
〃Danny？〃
〃What？〃
〃I'm going down to make us some lunch。 'Kay？〃
〃Okay。 Do you want me to e down？〃
〃No； I'll bring it up。 How about a cheese omelet and some soup？〃
〃Sure。〃 She hesitated outside the closed door a moment longer； 〃Danny； are you sure it's okay？〃
〃Yeah；〃 he said。 〃Just be careful。〃
〃Where's your father？ Do you know？〃 His voice came back； curiously flat： 〃No。 But it's okay。〃 She stifled an urge to keep asking； to keep picking around the edges of the thing。 The thing was there； they knew what it was； picking at it was only going to frighten Danny more 。 。 。 and herself。 Jack had lost his mind。 They had sat together on Danny's cot as the storm began to pick up clout and meanness around eight o'clock this morning and had listened to him downstairs； bellowing and stumbling from one place to another。 Most of it had seemed to e from the ballroom。 Jack singing tuneless bits of song； Jack holding up one side of an argument； Jack screaming loudly at one point； freezing both of their faces as they stared into one another's eyes。 Finally they had heard him stumbling back across the lobby； and Wendy thought she had heard a loud banging noise； as if he had fallen down or pushed a door violently open。 Since eightthirty or so…three and a half hours now…there had been only silence。
She went down the short hall； turned into the main first floor corridor； and went to the stairs。 She stood on the firstfloor landing looking down into the lobby。 It appeared deserted； but the gray and snowy day had left much of the long room in shadow。 Danny could be wrong。 Jack could be behind a chair or couch 。 。 。 maybe behind the registration desk 。 。 。 waiting for her to e down； 。 。
She wet her lips。 〃Jack？〃 No answer。
Her hand found the handle of the knife and she began to go down。 She had seen the end of her marriage many times； in divorce； in Jack's death at the scene of a drunken car accident （a regular vision in the dark two o'clock of Stovington mornings）； and occasionally in daydreams of being discovered by another man； a soap opera Galahad who would sweep Danny and her onto the saddle of his snow… white charger and take them away。 But she had never envisioned herself prowling halls and staircases like a nervous felon； with a knife clasped in one hand to use against Jack。
A wave of despair struck through
