The Doctor’s Office

           Strippedtohisunderpants,lyingontheexaminationtable,DannyTorrancelookedverysmall.HewaslookingupatDr.("JustcallmeBill")Edmonds,whowaswheelingalargeblackmachineupbesidehim.Dannyrolledhiseyestogetabetterlookatit.

           "Don’tletitscareyou,guy,"BillEdmondssaid."It’sanelectroencephalograph,anditdoesn’thurt."

           "Electro-"

           "WecallitEEGforshort.I’mgoingtohookabunchofwirestoyourhead-no,notstickthemin,onlytapethem-andthepensinthispartofthegadgetwillrecordyourbrainwaves."

           "Likeon`TheSixMillionDollarMan’?"

           "Aboutthesame.WouldyouliketobelikeSteveAustinwhenyougrowup?"

           "Noway,"Dannysaidasthenursebegantotapethewirestoanumberoftinyshavedspotsonhisscalp."Mydaddysaysthatsomedayhe’llgetashortcircuitandthenhe’llbeupsh…he’llbeupthecreek."

           "Iknowthatcreekwell,"Dr.Edmondssaidamiably."I’vebeenupitafewtimesmyself,sanspaddle.AnEEGcantelluslotsofthings,Danny."

           "Likewhat?"

           "Likeforinstanceifyouhaveepilepsy.That’salittleproblemwhere-"

           "Yeah,Iknowwhatepilespyis."

           "Really?"

           "Sure.TherewasakidinmynurseryschoolbackinVermont-IwenttonurseryschoolwhenIwasalittlekid-andhehadit.