nt； as if waiting
for the wind to take a hand and perhaps gust him down to his car。 He sighed。
〃All right。 Have a good winter； Mr。 Torrance； Mrs。 Torrance。 You too； Danny。〃
〃Thank you； sir；〃 Danny said。 〃I hope you do； too。〃
〃I doubt it；〃 Ullman repeated； and he sounded sad。 〃The place in Florida is a
dump； if the out…and…out truth is to be spoken。 Busywork。 The Overlook is my
real job。 Take good care of it for me； Mr。 Torrance。〃
〃I think it will be here when you get back next spring；〃 Jack said； and a
thought flashed through Danny's mind
（but will we？）
and was gone。
〃Of course。 Of course it will。〃
Ullman looked out toward the playground where the hedge animals were
clattering in the wind。 Then he nodded once more in a businesslike way。
〃Good…by； then。〃
He walked quickly and prissily across to his car—a ridiculously big one for
such a little man and tucked himself into it。 The Lincoln's motor purred into
life and the taillights flashed as he pulled out of his parking stall。 As the
car moved away； Jack could read the small sign at the head of the stall：
RESERVED FOR MR。 ULLMAN； MGR。
〃Right；〃 Jack said softly。
They watched until the car was out of sight； headed down the eastern slope。
When it was gone； the three of them looked at each other for a silent； almost
frightened moment。 They were alone。 Aspen leaves whirled and skittered in
aimless packs across the lawn that was now neatly mowed and tended for no
guest's eyes。 There was no one to see the autumn leaves steal across the grass
but the three of them。 It gave Jack a curious shrinking feeling； as if his life
force had dwindled to a