〃
〃I'll rap your friggin head！〃 the cop shouted back。 〃This ramp's closed！〃
Hallorann backed up； waited for a break in traffic； and continued on his way
up Route 25。 The signs informed him it was only a hundred miles to Cheyenne；
Wyoming。 If he didn't look out for his ramp； he'd wind up there。
He inched his speed up to thirty…five but dared no more； already snow was
threatening to clog his wiper blades and the traffic patterns were decidedly
crazy。 Twenty…mile detour。 He cursed； and the feeling that time was growing
shorter for the boy welled up in him again； nearly suffocating with its urgency。
And at the same time he felt a fatalistic certainty that he would not be ing
back from this trip。
He turned on the radio； dialed past Christmas ads； and found a weather
forecast。
〃 — six inches already； and another foot is expected in the Denver metro area
by nightfall。 Local and state police urge you not to take your car out of the
garage unless it's absolutely necessary； and warn that most mountain passes have
already been closed。 So stay home and wax up your boards and keep tuned to — 〃
〃Thanks； mother；〃 Hallorann said； and turned the radio off savagely。
》
WENDY
Around noon； after Danny had gone into the bathroom to use the toilet； Wendy
took the towel…wrapped knife from under her pillow； put it in the pocket of her
bathrobe； and went over to the bathroom door。
〃Danny？〃
〃What？〃
〃I'm going down to make us some lunch。 'Kay？〃
〃Okay。 Do you want me to e down？〃
〃No； I'll bring it up。 How about a cheese omelet and some soup？〃
〃Sure。〃
She hesitated outside the closed door a moment lo