OSING YOUR MARBLES and HAVING A BREAKDOWN； and whether you called it
a BUGHOUSE or a SANNYTARIUM； there were still bars on the windows and they
wouldn't let you out if you wanted to go。 And his father； quite innocently； had
confirmed another of Scotty's phrases unchanged； one that filled Danny with a
vague and unformed dread。 In the place where Mr。 Stenger now lived； there were
THE MEN IN THE WHITE COATS。 They came to get you in a truck with no windows； a
truck that was gravestone gray。 It rolled up to the curb in front of your house
and THE MEN IN THE WHITE COATS got out and took you away from your family and
made you live in a room with soft walls。 And if you wanted to write home； you
had to do it with Crayolas。
〃When will they let him e back？〃 Danny asked his father。
〃Just as soon as he's better； doc。〃
〃But when will that be？〃 Danny had persisted。
〃Dan；〃 Jack said； 〃NO ONE KNOWS。〃
And that was the worst of all。 It was another way of saying never…never…never。
A month later； Robin's mother took him out of nursery school and they moved away
from Stovington without Mr。 Stenger。
That had been over a year ago； after Daddy stopped taking the Bad Stuff but
before he had lost his job。 Danny still thought about it often。 Sometimes when
he fell down or bumped his head or had a bellyache； he would begin to cry and
the memory would flash over him； acpanied by the fear that he would not be
able to stop crying； that he would just go on and on； weeping and wailing； until
his daddy went to the phone； dialed it； and said： 〃Hello？ This is Jack Torrance
at 149 Mapleline Way。 My son here can't stop crying。 Please send THE MEN IN