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The Elevator

           

           "It…Wendy,it’smyjob."

           Shesaidclearly:"Fuckyourjob"

           Heturnedbacktotheelevator,workedhisfingersintothecrackthatrandowntherightsideofthedoor,andgotittoopenalittleway.Thenhewasabletogethiswholeweightonitandthrewthedooropen.

           Thecarhadstoppedhalfway,itsflooratJack’schestlevel.Warmlightstillspilledoutofit,contrastingwiththeoilydarknessoftheshaftbelow.

           Helookedinforwhatseemedalongtime.

           "It’sempty,"hesaidthen."Ashortcircuit,likeIsaid."Hehookedhisfingersintotheslotbehindthedoorandbegantopullitclosed…thenherhandwasonhisshoulder,surprisinglystrong,yankinghimaway.

           "Wendy!"heshouted.Butshehadalreadycaughtthecar’sbottomedgeandpulledherselfupenoughsoshecouldlookin.Then,withaconvulsiveheaveofhershoulderandbellymuscles,shetriedtoboostherselfallthewayup.Foramomenttheissuewasindoubt.Herfeettotteredovertheblacknessoftheshaftandonepinkslipperfellfromherfootandslippedoutofsight.

           "Mommy!"Dannyscreamed.

           Thenshewasup,hercheeksflushed,herforeheadaspaleandshiningasaspiritlamp."Whataboutthis,Jack?Isthisashortcircuit?"Shethrewsomethingandsuddenlythehallwasfullofdriftingconfetti,redandwhiteandblueandyellow

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