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第47部分(第1页)

She was getting ready to go into her croon again。 The Wendy Torrance All…

purpose Croon。 Pat。 Pending。

〃Let him finish;〃 Jack said curtly。

〃There isnt any more;〃 Danny said。 〃I passed out。 Either because she was

choking me or just because I was scared。 When I came to; I was dreaming you and

Mommy were fighting over me and you wanted to do the Bad Thing again; Daddy。

Then I knew it wasnt a dream at all 。。。 and I was awake 。。。 and 。。。 I wet

my pants。 I wet my pants like a baby。〃 His head fell back against Wendys

sweater and he began to cry with horrible weakness; his hands lying limp and

spent in his lap。

Jack got up。 〃Take care of him。〃

〃What are you going to do?〃 Her face was full of dread。

〃Im going up to that room; what did you think I was going to do? Have coffee?〃

〃No! Dont; Jack; please dont!〃

〃Wendy; if theres someone else in the hotel; we have to know。〃

〃Dont you dare leave us alone!〃 she shrieked at him。 Spittle flew from her

lips with the force of her cry。

Jack said: 〃Wendy; thats a remarkable imitation of your mom。〃

She burst into tears then; unable to cover her face because Danny was on her

lap。

〃Im sorry;〃 Jack said。 〃But I have to; you know。 Im the goddam caretaker。

Its what Im paid for。〃

She only cried harder and he left her that way; going out of the kitchen;

rubbing his mouth with his handkerchief as the door swung shut behind him。

〃Dont worry; mommy;〃 Danny said。 〃Hell be all right。 He doesnt shine。

Nothing here can hurt him。〃

Through her tears she said; 〃No; I dont believe that。〃

217 REVISITED

He took the elevator up and it was strange; because none of them had used the

elevator since they moved in。 He threw the brass handle over and it wheezed

vibratoriously up the shaft; the brass grate rattling madly。 Wendy had a true

claustrophobes horror of the elevator; he knew。 She envisioned the three of

them trapped in it between floors while the winter storms raged outside; she

could see them growing thinner and weaker; starving to death。 Or perhaps dining