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。
* * *
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