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A View of the Overlook

           Idon’tcaremuchforhim,butIthinkhemightbe…Danny!Danny,areyouallright?"

           Shelookedaroundforhimandhersuddenfearforhimblottedouteverythingelse,stupendousornot.Shedartedtowardhim.Hewasholdingontotheguardrailandlookingupatthehotel,hisfaceapastygraycolor.Hiseyeshadtheblanklookofsomeoneonthevergeoffainting.

           Shekneltbesidehimandputsteadyinghandsonhisshoulders."Danny,what’s-"

           Jackwasbesideher."Youokay,doc?"HegaveDannyabrisklittleshakeandhiseyescleared.

           "I’mokay,Daddy.I’mfine."

           "Whatwasit,Danny?"sheasked."Wereyoudizzy,honey?"

           "No,Iwasjust…thinking.I’msorry.Ididn’tmeantoscareyou."Helookedathisparents,kneelinginfrontofhim,andofferedthemasmallpuzzledsmile."Maybeitwasthesun.Thesungotinmyeyes."

           "We’llgetyouuptothehotelandgiveyouadrinkofwater,"Daddysaid.

           "Okay."

           Andinthebug,whichmovedupwardmoresurelyonthegentlergrade,hekeptlookingoutbetweenthemastheroadunwound,affordingoccasionalglimpsesoftheOverlookHo:.tel,itsmassivebankofwestward-lookingwindowsreflectingbackthesun.Itwastheplacehehadseeninthemidstoftheblizzard,thedarkandboomingplacewheresomehideouslyfamiliarfiguresoughthimdownlongcorridorscarpetedwithjungle

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