Wendy pushed the pantry door open with her knee； hardly noticing the pungent odor of dried fruit that wafted out。 She picked up Jack's feet again and dragged him in。 She was gasping harshly now； at the limit of her strength。 As she yanked the chain pull that turned on the light； Jack's eyes fluttered open again。
〃What are you doing？ Wendy？ What are you doing？〃 She stepped over him。
He was quick； amazingly quick。 One hand lashed out and she had to sidestep and nearly fall out the door to avoid his grasp。 Still； he had caught a handful of her bathrobe and there was a heavy purring noise as it ripped。； He was up on his hands and knees now； his hair hanging in his eyes； like some heavy animal。 A large dog 。 。 。 or a lion。
〃Damn you both； I know what you want。 But you're not going to get it。 This hotel 。 。 。 it's mine。 It's me they want。 Mel Mel〃
〃The door； Dannyl〃 she screamed。 〃Shut the door！〃 He pushed the heavy wooden door shut with a slam； just as lack leaped。 The door latched and Jack thudded uselessly against it。
Danny's small hands groped at the bolt。 Wendy was too far away to help； the issue of whether he would be locked in or free was going to be decided in two seconds。 Danny missed his grip； found it again； and shot the bolt across just as the latch began to jiggle madly up and down below it。 Then it stayed up and there was a series of thuds as Jack slammed his shoulder against the door。 The bolt； a quarter inch of steel in diameter； showed no signs of loosening。 Wendy let her breath out slowly。
〃Let me out of here！〃 Jack raged。 〃Let me out！ Danny； doggone it； this is your father and I want to get out！ Now do what I tell youl〃 Danny's hand moved automatically toward the bolt。 Wendy caught it and pressed it between her breasts。
〃You mind your daddy； Dannyl You do what I sayl You do it or I'll give you a hiding you'll never forget。 Open this door or FU bash your fucking brains in！〃 Danny looked at her； pale as window glass。
They could hear his breath tearing in and out behind the half inch of solid oak。
〃Wendy； you let me outl Let me out right now！ You cheap pickle…plated cold… cunt bitch！ You let me out！ I mean it！ Let me out of here and I'll let it go！ If you don't； I'll mess you up！ I mean it！ I'll mess you up so bad your own mother would pass you on the street！ Now open this door！〃 Danny moaned。 Wendy looked at him and saw he was going to faint in a moment。
〃e on； doc；〃 she said； surprised at the calmness of her own voices 〃It's not your daddy talking； remember。 It's the hotel。〃
〃e hack here and let me out right NOW！〃 Jack screamed。 There was a scraping； breaking sound as he attacked the inside of the door with his fingernails。
〃It's the hotel；〃 Danny said。 〃It's the hotel。 I remember。〃 But he looked back over his shoulder and his face was crumpled and terrified。
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DANNY
It was three in the afternoon of a long； long day。
They were sitting on the big bed in their quarters。 Danny was turning the purple VW model with the monster sticking out of the sun roof over and over in his hands； pulsively。
They had heard Daddy's batterings at the door all the way across the lobby； the batterings and his voice； hoarse and petulantly angry in a weak…king sort of a way； vomiting promises of punishment； vomiting profanity； promising both of them that they would live to regret betraying him after he had slaved his guts out for them over the years。
Danny thought they would no longer be able to hear it upstairs； but the sounds of his rage carried perfectly up the dumb…waiter shaft： Mommy's face was pale； and there were horrible brownish bruises on her neck where Daddy had tried to 。 。 。
He turned the model over and over in his hands； Daddy's prize for having learned his reading lessons。
（。 。 。 where Daddy had tried to hug her too tight。） Mommy put some of her music on the little record player； scratchy and full of horns and flutes。 She smiled at him tiredly。 He tried to smile back and failed。
Even with the volume turned up loud he thought he could still hear Daddy screaming at them and battering the pantry door like an animal in a zoo cage： What if Daddy had to go to the bathroom？ What would he do then？
Danny began to cry。
Wendy turned the volume down on the record player at once； held him； rocked him on her lap。
〃Danny； love； it will be all right。 It will。 If Mr。 Hallorann didn't get your message； someone else will。 As soon as the storm is over。 No one could get up here until then anyway。 Mr。 Hallorann or anyone else。 But when the storm is over； everything will be fine again。 We'll leave here。 And do you know what 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；
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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；
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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 out of here； he was going to need his strength。 All of it。
At this precise instant； he thought he had never felt quite so miserable in his entire life。 His mind and body together made up a large…writ scripture of pain。 His head ached terribly； the sick throb of a hangover。 The attendant symptoms were there； too： his mouth tasted like a manure rake had taken a swing through it； his ears rung； his heart had an extra…heavy； thudding beat； like a tom…tom。 In addition； both shoulders ached fiercely from throwing himself against the door and his throat felt raw and peeled from useless shouting。 He had cut his right hand on the doorlatch。
And when he got out of here； he was going to kick some ass。
He munched the Triscuits one by one； refusing to give in to his wretched stomach； which wanted to vomit up everything。 He thought of the Excedrins in his pocket and decided to wait until his stomach had quieted a bit。 No sense swallowing a painkiller if you were going to throw it right back up。 Have to use your brain。 The celebrated Jack Torrance brain。 Aren't you the fellow who once was going to live by his wits？ Jack Torrance； best…selling author。 Jack Torrance； acclaimed playwright and winner of the New York Critics Circle Award。
John Torrance； man of letters； esteemed thinker； winner of the Pulitzer Prize at seventy for his trenchant book of memoirs； My Life in the Twentieth Century。 All any of that shit boiled down to was living by your wits。
Living by your wits is always knowing where the wasps are。
He put another Triscuit into his mouth and crunched it up。
What it really came down to； he supposed； was their lack of trust in him。
Their failure to believe that he knew what was best for them and how to get it。
His wife had tried to usurp him； first by fair （sort of） means； then by foul。 When her little hints and w