closing day。 Guess I was wrong。〃
〃You look very handsome；〃 she said； and then they laughed again； Wendy putting
a hand over her mouth。 Danny still didn't understand； but it was okay。 They were
loving each other。 Danny thought this place reminded her of somewhere else
（the beak…man place）
where she had been happy。 He wished he liked it as well as she did； but he
kept telling himself over and over that the things Tony showed him didn't always
e true。 He would be careful。 He would watch for something called Redrum。 But
he would not say anything unless he absolutely had to。 Because they were happy；
they had been laughing； and there were no bad thoughts。
〃Look at this view；〃 Jack said。
〃Oh； it's gorgeous！ Danny； look！〃
But Danny didn't think it was particularly gorgeous。 He didn't like heights；
they made him dizzy。 Beyond the wide front porch； which ran the length of the
hotel； a beautifully manicured lawn （there was a putting green on the right）
sloped away to a long； rectangular swimming pool。 A CLOSED sign stood on a
little tripod at one end of the pool； closed was one sign he could read by
himself； along with Stop； Exit； Pizza； and a few others。
Beyond the pool a graveled path wound off through baby pines and spruces and
aspens。 Here was a small sign he didn't know： ROQUE。 There was an arrow below
it。
〃What's R…O…Q…U…E； Daddy？〃
〃A game；〃 Daddy said。 〃It's a little bit like croquet； only you play it on a
gravel court that has sides like a big billiard table instead of grass。 It's a
very old game； Danny。 Sometimes they have tournaments here。〃
〃Do you play it with a croquet mallet？〃
〃Like that；〃 Jack agreed。 〃Only the handle's a little shorter and the head has
two sides。 One side is hard rubber and the other side is wood。〃
（e out； you little shit！）
〃It's pronounced roke；〃 Daddy was saying。 〃I'll teach you how to play； if you
want。〃
〃Maybe；〃 Danny said in an odd colorless little voice that made his parents
exchange a puzzled look over his head。 〃I might not like it； though。〃
〃Well if you don't like it； doc； you don't have to play。 All right？〃
〃Sure。〃
〃Do you like the animals？〃 Wendy asked。 〃That's called a topiary。〃 Beyond the
path leading to roque there were hedges clipped into the shapes of various
animals。 Danny； whose eyes were sharp； made out a rabbit； a dog； a horse； a cow；
and a trio of bigger ones that looked like frolicking lions。
〃Those animals were what made Uncle Al think of me for the job；〃 Jack told
him。 〃He knew that when I was in college I used to work for a landscaping
pany。 That's a business that fixes people's lawns and bushes and hedges。 I
used to trim a lady's topiary。〃
Wendy put a hand over her mouth and snickered。 Looking at her； Jack said；
〃Yes； I used to trim her topiary at least once a week〃
〃Get away； fly；〃 Wendy said； and snickered again。
〃Did she have nice hedges； Dad？〃 Danny asked； and at this they both stifled
great bursts of laughter。 Wendy laughed so hard that tears streamed down her
cheeks and she had to get a Kleenex out of her handbag。
〃They weren't animals； Danny；〃 Jack said when he had control of himself。 〃They
were playing cards。 Spades and hearts and clubs and diamonds。 But the hedges
grow； you see — 〃
（They creep； Watson had said 。。。 no； not the hedges； the boiler。 You have to
watch it all the time or you and your fambly will end up on the fuckin moon。）
They looked at him； puzzled。 The smile had faded off his face。
〃Dad？〃 Danny asked。
He blinked at them； as if ing back from far away。 〃They grow； Danny； and
lose their shape。 So I'll have to give them a haircut once or twice a week until
it gets so cold they stop growing for the year。〃
〃And a playground； too；〃 Wendy said。 〃My lucky boy。〃
The playground was beyond the topiary。 Two slides； a big swing set with half a
dozen swings set at varying heights； a jungle gym； a tunnel made of cement
rings； a sandbox； and a playhouse that was an exact replica of the Overlook
itself。
〃Do you like it； Danny？〃 Wendy asked。
〃I sure do；〃 he said； hoping he sounded more enthused than he felt。 〃It's
neat。〃
Beyond the playground there was an inconspicuous chain link security fence；
beyond that the wide； macadamized drive that led up to the hotel； and beyond
that the valley itself； dropping away into the bright blue haze of afternoon。
Danny didn't know the word isolation； but if someone had explained it to him he
would have seized on it。 Far below； lying in the sun like a long black snake
that had decided to snooze for a while； was the road that led back through
Sidewinder Pass and eventually to Boulder。 The road that would be closed all
winter long。 He felt a little suffocated at the thought； and almost jumped when
Daddy dropped his hand on his shoulder。
〃I'll get you that drink as soon as I can； doc。 They're a little busy right
now。〃
〃Sure； Dad。〃
Mrs。 Brant came out of the inner office looking vindicated。 A few moments
later two bellboys； struggling with eight suitcases between them； followed her
as best they could as she strode triumphantly out the door。 Danny watched
through the window as a man in a gray uniform and a hat like a captain in the
Army brought her long silver car around to the door and got out。 He tipped his
cap to her and ran around to open the trunk。
And in one of those flashes that sometimes came； he got a plete thought
from her； one that floated above the confused； low…pitched babble of emotions
and colors that he usually got in crowded places。
（i' d like to get into his pants）
Danny's brow wrinkled as he watched the bellboys put her cases into the trunk。
She was looking rather sharply at the man in the gray uniform； who was
supervising the loading。 Why would she want to get that man's pants？ Was she
cold； even with that long fur coat on？ And if she was that cold； why hadn't she
just put on some pants of her own？ His mommy wore pants just about all winter。
The man in the gray uniform closed the trunk and walked back to help her into
the car。 Danny watched closely to see if she would say anything about his pants；
but she only smiled and gave him a dollar bill — a tip。 A moment later she was
guiding the big silver car down the driveway。
He thought about asking his mother why Mrs。 Brant might want the car…man's
pants； and decided against it。 Sometimes questions could get you in a whole lot
of trouble。 It had happened to him before。
So instead he squeezed in between them on the small sofa they were sharing and
watched all the people check out at the desk。 He was glad his mommy and daddy
were happy and loving each other； but he couldn't help being a little worried。
He couldn't help it。
》
HALLORANN
The cook didn't conform to Wendy's image of the typical resort hotel kitchen
personage at all。 To begin with； such a personage was called a chef； nothing so
mundane as a cook — cooking was what she did in her apartment kitchen when she
threw all the leftovers into a greased Pyrex casserole dish and added