e in the Overlook again。
And now the boy — calling； screaming for help。
He looked at his watch。 It was 5：30 P。m。 He went to the apartment's door；
remembered it would be heavy winter now in Colorado； especially up in the
mountains； and went back to his closet。 He pulled his long； sheepskin…lined
overcoat out of its polyurethane dry…cleaning bag and put it over his arm。 It
was the only winter garment he owned。 He turned off all the lights and looked
around。 Had he forgotten anything？ Yes。 One thing。 He took the will out of his
breast pocket and slipped it into the margin of the dressing table mirror。 With
luck he would be back to get it。
Sure； with luck。
He left the apartment； locked the door behind him； put the key under the rush
mat； and ran down the outside steps to his converted Cadillac。
* * *
Halfway to Miami International； fortably away from the switchboard where
Queems or Queems's toadies were known to listen in； Hallorann stopped at a
shopping center Laundromat and called United Air Lines。 Flights to Denver？
There was one due out at 6：36 p。m。 Could the gentleman make that？
Hallorann looked at his watch； which showed 6：02； and said he could。 What
about vacancies on the flight？
Just let me check。
A clunking sound in his ear followed by saccharine Montavani； which was
supposed to make being on hold more pleasant。 It didn't。 Hallorann danced from
one foot to the other； alternating glances between his watch and a young girl
with a sleeping baby； in a hammock on her back unloading a coin…op Maytag。 She
was afraid she was going to get home later than she planned and the roast would
burn and