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Phonebooth

           Hesatonthebedwithitfornearlyanhour,lookingatit,fascinatedbyitsdeadlyshine.

           Itwasdawnwhenheputitbackintheboxandputtheboxbackinthecloset.

           ThatmorninghehadcalledBruckner,thedepartmenthead,andtoldhimtopleaseposthisclasses.Hehadtheflu.Bruckneragreed,withlessgoodgracethanwascommon.JackTorrancehadbeenextremelysusceptibletothefluinthelastyear.

           Wendymadehimscrambledeggsandcoffee.Theyateinsilence.Theonlysoundcamefromthebackyard,whereDannywasgleefullyrunninghistrucksacrossthesandpilewithhisgoodhand.

           Shewenttodothedishes.Herbacktohim,shesaid:"Jack.I’vebeenthinking."

           "Haveyou?"Helitacigarettewithtremblinghands.Nohangoverthismorning,oddlyenough.Onlytheshakes.Heblinked.Intheinstant’sdarknessthebikeflewupagainstthewindshield,starringtheglass.Thetiresshrieked.Theflashlightbobbed.

           "Iwanttotalktoyouabout…aboutwhat’sbestformeandDanny.Foryoutoo,maybe.Idon’tknow.Weshouldhavetalkedaboutitbefore,Iguess."

           "Wouldyoudosomethingforme?"heasked,lookingatthewaveringtipofhiscigarette."Wouldyoudomeafavor?"

           "What?"Hervoicewasdullandneutral.Helookedatherback.

           "Let’stalkaboutitaweekfromtoday.

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