all over。 He slammed the door and picked up the box with the battery in it。 It
slipped through his shaking fingers
（oh christ what if i cracked it）
and thumped over on its side。 He pulled the flaps of the carton open and
yanked the battery out； heedless of the acid that might be leaking through the
battery's casing if it had cracked。 But it hadn't。 It was whole。 A little sigh
escaped his lips。
Cradling it； he took it over to the Skidoo and put it on its platform near the
front of the engine。 He found a small adjustable wrench on one of the shelves
and attached the battery cables quickly and with no trouble。 The battery was
live； no need to use the charger on it。 There had been a crackle of electricity
and a small odor of ozone when he slipped the positive cable onto its terminal。
The job done； he stood away； wiping his hands nervously on his faded denim
jacket。 There。 It should work。 No reason why not。 No reason at all except that
it was part of the Overlook and the Overlook really didn't want them out of
here。 Not at all。 The Overlook was having one hell of a good time。 There was a
little boy to terrorize a man and his woman to set one against the other； and if
it played its cards right they could end up flitting through the Overlook's
halls like insubstantial shades in a Shirley Jackson novel； whatever walked in
Hill House walked alone； but you wouldn't be alone in the Overlook； oh no； there
would be plenty of pany here。 But there was really no reason why the
snowmobile shouldn't start。 Except of course
（Except he still didn't really want to go。）
yes； except for that。
He stood looking at the Skidoo； his breath puffing out in frozen little
plumes。 He wanted it to be the way it had been。 When he had e in here he'd
had no doubts。 Going down would be the wrong decision； he had known that then。
Wendy was only scared of the boogeyman summoned up by a single hysterical little
boy。 Now suddenly； he could see her side。 It was like his play； his damnable
play。 He no longer knew which side he was on； or how things should e out。
Once you saw the face of a god in those jumbled blacks and whites； it was
everybody out of the pool — you could never unsee it。 Others might laugh and say
it's nothing； just a lot of splotches with no meaning； give me a good old Craft…
master paint…by…the…numbers any day； but you would always see the face of
Christ…Our…Lord looking out at you。 You had seen it in one gestalt leap； the
conscious and unconscious melding in that one shocking moment of understanding。
You would always see it。 You were damned to always see it。
（I've been sleepwalking again； my dear 。。。）
It had been all right until he had seen Danny playing in the snow。 It was
Danny's fault。 Everything had been Danny's fault。 He was the one with the
shining； or whatever it was。 It wasn't a shining。 It was a curse。 If he and
Wendy had been here alone； they could have passed the winter quite nicely。 No
pain； no strain on the brain。
（Don't want to leave。 ？Can't？）
The Overlook didn't want them to go and he didn't want them to go either。 Not
even Danny。 Maybe he was a part of it； now。 Perhaps the Overlook； large and
rambling Samuel Johnson that it was； had picked him to be its Boswell。 You say
the new caretaker writes？ Very good； sign him on。 Time we told our side。 Let's
get rid of the woman and his snotnosed kid first； however。 We don't want him to
be distracted。 We don't —
He was standing by the snowmobile's cockpit； his head starting to ache again。
What did it e down to？ Go or stay。 Very simple。 Keep it simple。 Shall we go
or shall we stay？
If we go； how long will it be before you find the local hole in Sidewinder？ a
voice inside him asked。 The dark place with the lousy color TV that unshaven and
unemployed men spend the day watching game shows on？ Where the piss in the men's
room smells two thousand years old and there's always a sodden Camel butt
unraveling in the toilet bowl？ Where the beer is thirty cents a glass and you
cut it with salt and the jukebox is loaded with seventy country oldies？
How long？ Oh Christ； he was so afraid it wouldn't be long at all。
〃I can't win；〃 he said； very softly。 That was it。 It was like trying to play
solitaire with one of the aces missing from the deck。
Abruptly he leaned over the Skidoo's motor partment and yanked off the
magneto。 It came off with sickening ease。 He looked at it for a moment； then
went to the equipment shed's back door and opened it。
From here the view of the mountains was unobstructed； picture…postcard
beautiful in the twinkling brightness of morning。 An unbroken field of snow rose
to the first pines about a mile distant。 He flung the magneto as far out into
the snow as he could。 It went much further than it should have。 There was a
light puff of snow when it fell。 The light breeze carried the snow granules away
to fresh resting places。 Disperse there； I say。 There's nothing to see。 It's all
over。 Disperse。
He felt at peace。
He stood in the doorway for a long time； breathing the good mountain air； and
then he closed it firmly and went back out the other door to tell Wendy they
would be staying。 On the way； he stopped and had a snowball fight with Danny。
》
THE HEDGES
It was November 29； three days after Thanksgiving。 The last week had been a
good one； the Thanksgiving dinner the best they'd ever had as a family。 Wendy
had cooked Dick Hallorann's turkey to a turn and they had all eaten to bursting
without even ing close to demolishing the jolly bird。 Jack had groaned that
they would be eating turkey for the rest of the winter — creamed turkey； turkey
sandwiches； turkey and noodles； turkey surprise。
No； Wendy told him with a little smile。 Only until Christmas。 Then we have the
capon。
Jack and Danny groaned together。
The bruises on Danny's neck had faded； and their fears seemed to have faded
with them。 On Thanksgiving afternoon Wendy had been pulling Danny around on his
sled while Jack worked on the play； which was now almost done。
〃Are you still afraid； doc？〃 she had asked； not knowing bow to put the
question less baldly。
〃Yes；〃 he answered simply。 〃But now I stay in the safe places。〃
〃Your daddy says that sooner or later the forest rangers will wonder why we're
not checking in on the CB radio。 They'll e to see if anything is wrong。 We
might go down then。 You and I。 And let your daddy finish the winter。 He has good
reasons for wanting to。 In a way； doc 。。。 I know this is hard for you to
understand 。。。 our backs are against the wall。〃
〃Yes；〃 he had answered nonmittally。
On this sparkling afternoon the two of them were upstairs； and Danny knew that
they had been making love。 They were dozing now。 They were happy； he knew。 His
mother was still a little bit afraid； but his father's attitude was strange。 It
was a feeling that he had done something that was very hard and had done it
right。 But Danny could not seem to see exactly what the something was。 His
father was guarding that carefully； even