some fathoms…deep bar where
the drinking never stopped and the batwings were always propped open and all the
old panions were gathered around the electronic hockey game； glasses in hand；
Al Shockley prominent among them with his tie loosened and the top button of his
shirt undone？ A place where both she and Danny were excluded and the boogie went
on endlessly？
Wendy was worried about him； the old； helpless worry that she had hoped was
behind her forever in Vermont； as if worry could somehow not cross state lines。
She didn't like what the Overlook seemed to be doing to Jack and Danny。
The most frightening thing； vaporous and unmentioned； perhaps unmentionable；
was that all of Jack's drinking symptoms had e back； one by one 。。。 all but
the drink itself。 The constant wiping of the lips with hand or handkerchief； as
if to rid them of excess moisture。 Long pauses at the typewriter； more balls of
paper in the wastebasket。 There had been a bottle of Excedrin on the telephone
table tonight after Al had called him； but no water glass。 He had been chewing
them again。 He got irritated over little things。 He would unconsciously start
snapping his fingers in a nervous rhythm when things got too quiet。 Increased
profanity。 She had begun to worry about his temper； too。 It would almost e as
a relief if he would lose it； blow off steam； in much the same way that he went
down to the basement first thing in the morning and last thing at night to dump
the press on the boiler。 It would almost be good to see him curse and kick a
chair across the room or slam a door。 But those things； always an integral part
of his temperament； had almost wh