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“They are.”<br />
“And the hotel was haunted?”<br />
The ghostie people, Dan thought. “Yes.”<br />
Then John said something that surprised Dan and temporarily brought him back from the edge of<br />
sleep. Dave had been right—the easiest things to miss were the ones right in front of you. “It makes<br />
sense, I suppose . . . once you accept the idea there could be supernatural beings among us and feeding<br />
on us. An evil place would call evil creatures. They’d feel right at home there. Do you suppose this<br />
Knot has other places like that, in other parts of the country? Other . . . I don’t know . . . cold spots?”<br />
“I’m sure they do.” Dan put an arm over his eyes. His body ached and his head was pounding.<br />
“Johnny, I’d love to do the boys-having-a-sleepover thing with you, but I have to get some shuteye.”<br />
“Okay, but . . .” John got up on one elbow. “All things being equal, you would have gone right<br />
from the hospital, like Lucy wanted. Because you care almost as much about Abra as they do. You<br />
think she’s safe, but you could be wrong.”<br />
“I’m not.” Hoping that was the truth. He had to hope so, because the simple fact was that he<br />
couldn’t go, not now. If it had only been to New York, maybe. But it wasn’t, and he had to sleep. His<br />
whole body cried for it.<br />
“What’s wrong with you, Dan? Because you look terrible.”<br />
“Nothing. Just tired.”<br />
Then he was gone, first into darkness and then into a confused nightmare of running down endless<br />
halls while some Shape followed him, swinging a mallet from side to side, splitting wallpaper and<br />
driving up puffs of plaster dust. Come out, you little shit! the Shape yelled. Come out, you worthless pup,<br />
and take your medicine!<br />
Then Abra was with him. They were sitting on the bench in front of the Anniston Public Library,<br />
in the late-summer sun. She was holding his hand. It’s all right, Uncle Dan. It’s all right. Before he died,<br />
your father turned that Shape out. You don’t have to—<br />
The library door banged open and a woman stepped into the sunlight. Great clouds of dark hair<br />
billowed around her head, yet her jauntily cocked tophat stayed on. It stayed on like magic.<br />
“Oh, look,” she said. “It’s Dan Torrance, the man who stole a woman’s money while she was<br />
sleeping one off and then left her kid to be beaten to death.”<br />
She smiled at Abra, revealing a single tooth. It looked as long and sharp as a bayonet.<br />
“What will he do to you, little sweetie? What will he do to you?”<br />
10<br />
Lucy woke him promptly at three thirty, but shook her head when Dan moved to wake John. “Let him<br />
sleep a bit longer. And my husband is snoring on the couch.” She actually smiled. “It makes me think<br />
of the Garden of Gethsemane, you know. Jesus reproaching Peter, saying, ‘So you could not watch with<br />
me even one hour?’ Or something like that. But I have no reason to reproach David, I guess—he saw<br />
it, too. Come on. I’ve made scrambled eggs. You look like you could use some. You’re skinny as a<br />
rail.” She paused and added: “Brother.”<br />
Dan wasn’t particularly hungry, but he followed her into the kitchen. “Saw what, too?”<br />
“I was going through Momo’s papers—anything to keep my hands busy and pass the time—and I<br />
heard a clunk from the kitchen.”<br />
She took his hand and led him to the counter between the stove and the fridge. There was a row of<br />
old-fashioned apothecary jars here, and the one containing sugar had been overturned. A message had<br />
been written in the spill.