ch。〃
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