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Jacks bedroom slippers。
Jack screamed her name; and this time when he swung the mallet; a long
splinter of wood jumped from the door and clattered off the hardwood planking。
The next blow brought a sickening; splintering crack; the sound of dry kindling
under a hatchet。 The bloody mallet head; now splintered and gouged in its own
right; bashed through the new hole in the door; was withdrawn; and came down
again; sending wooden shrapnel flying across the room。
Wendy pulled herself to her feet again using the foot of the bed; and hobbled
across the room to the closet。 Her broken ribs stabbed at her; making her groan。
〃Danny?〃
She brushed the hung garments aside frantically; some of them slipped their
hangers and ballooned gracelessly to the floor。 He was not in the closet。
She hobbled toward the bathroom and as she reached the door she glanced back
over her shoulder。 The mallet crashed through again; widening the hole; and then
a hand appeared; groping for the bolt。 She saw with horror that she had left
Jacks key ring dangling from the lock。
The hand yanked the bolt back; and as it did so it struck the bunched keys。
They jingled merrily。 The hand clutched them victoriously。
With a sob; she pushed her way into the bathroom and slammed the door just as
the bedroom door burst open and Jack charged through; bellowing。
Wendy ran the bolt and twisted the spring lock; looking around desperately。
The bathroom was empty。 Danny wasnt here; either。 And as she caught sight of
her own bloodsmeared; horrified face in the medicine cabinet mirror; she was
glad。 She had never believed that children should be witness to the little
quarrels of their parents。 And perhaps the thing that was now raving through the
bedroom; overturning things and smashing them; would finally collapse before it
could go after her son。 Perhaps; she thought; it might be possible for her to
inflict even more damage on it 。。。 kill it; perhaps。
Her eyes skated quickly over the bathrooms machine…produced porcelain
surfaces; looking for anything that might serve as a weapon。 There was a bar of
soap; but even wrapped in a towel she didnt think it would be lethal enough。
Everything else was bolted down。 God; was there nothing she could do?
Beyond the door; the animal sounds of destruction went on and on; acpanied
by thick shouts that they would 〃take their medicine〃 and 〃pay for what theyd