we'll do next spring？ The three of us？〃
Danny shook his head against her breasts。 He didn't know。 It seemed there
could never be spring again。
〃We'll go fishing。 We'll rent a boat and go fishing； just like we did last
year on Chatterton Lake。 You and me and your daddy。 And maybe you'll catch a
bass for our supper。 And maybe we won't catch anything； but we're sure to have a
good time。〃
〃I love you； Mommy；〃 he said； and hugged her。
〃Oh； Danny； I love you； too。〃
Outside； the wind whooped and screamed；
* * *
Around four…thirty； just as the daylight began to fail； the screams ceased。
They had both been dozing uneasily； Wendy still holding Danny in her arms； and
she didn't wake。 But Danny did。 Somehow the silence was worse； more ominous than
the screams and the blows against the strong pantry door。 Was Daddy asleep
again？ Or dead？ Or what？
（Did he get out？）
Fifteen minutes later the silence was broken by a hard； grating； metallic
rattle。 There was a heavy grinding； then a mechanical humming。 Wendy came awake
with a cry。
The elevator was running again。
They listened to it； wide…eyed； hugging each other。 It went from floor to
floor； the grate rattling back； the brass door slamming open。 There was
laughter； drunken shouts； occasional screams； and the sounds of breakage。
The Overlook was ing to life around them。
》
JACK
He sat on the floor of the pantry with his legs out in front of him； a box of
Triscuit crackers between them； looking at the door。 He was eating the crackers
one by one； not tasting them； only eating them because he had to eat something。
When he got ou