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Once he had come upon that woman sprawled in a bathtub. She had gotten out and tried to choke him with her fishy but terribly strong fingers.
If he opened the bathroom door now, she would finish the job. He compromised by putting his ear against the door. At first there was nothing. Then he heard a faint sound.
Dead fingernails scratching on wood. Danny walked into the kitchen on not-there legs, stood on a chair, and peed into the sink. Then he woke his mother and told her not to go into the bathroom because there was a bad thing there.
Once that was done, he went back to bed and sank deep beneath the covers. He wanted to stay there forever, only getting up to pee in the sink. Now that he had warned his mother, he had no interest in talking to her.
His mother knew about the no-talking thing. It had happened after Danny had ventured into Room at the Overlook. His mother called, even though it was four in the morning.
Late the next day, Dick came. He brought something with him. A present. Although he was now eight and in the third grade, he was sucking his thumb. It hurt her to see him do that. She went to the bathroom door and stood looking at it. She was afraid--Danny had made her afraid--but she had to go, and she had no intention of using the sink as he had.
The image of how she would look teetering on the edge of the counter with her butt hanging over the porcelain even if there was no one there to see made her wrinkle her nose. In one hand she had the hammer from her little box of widow's tools.
As she turned the knob and pushed the bathroom door open, she raised it. The bathroom was empty, of course, but the ring of the toilet seat was down. She never left it that way before going to bed, because she knew if Danny wandered in, only ten percent awake, he was apt to forget to put it up and piss all over it.
Also, there was a smell. A bad one. As if a rat had died in the walls. She took a step in, then two. She saw movement and whirled, hammer upraised, to hit whoever whatever was hiding behind the door. But it was only her shadow. Scared of her own shadow, people sometimes sneered, but who had a better right than Wendy Torrance?
After the things she had seen and been through, she knew that shadows could be dangerous. They could have teeth. No one was in the bathroom, but there was a discolored smear on the toilet seat and another on the shower curtain.
Excrement was her first thought, but shit wasn't yellowish-purple. She looked more closely and saw bits of flesh and decayed skin. There was more on the bathmat, in the shape of footprints.
She thought them too small--too dainty--to be a man's. She ended up using the sink after all. She managed to get a little soup and half a peanut butter sandwich into him, but then he went back to bed. He still wouldn't speak. Hallorann arrived shortly after five in the afternoon, behind the wheel of his now ancient but perfectly maintained and blindingly polished red Cadillac. Wendy had been standing at the window, waiting and watching as she had once waited and watched for her husband, hoping Jack would come home in a good mood.
And sober. He held out his arms and she rushed into them at once, wishing she could be enfolded there for at least an hour. Maybe two. He let go and held her at arm's length by her shoulders. How's the little man? He talkin again? Even if he won't do it out loud to start with, you can--" Instead of finishing, she made a finger-gun and pointed it at his forehead.
His smile revealed a bright new pair of false teeth. The Overlook had taken most of the last set on the night the boiler blew. Jack Torrance swung the mallet that took Dick's dentures and Wendy's ability to walk without a hitch in her stride, but they both understood it had really been the Overlook.
If he wants to block me out, he will. I know from my own experience. Besides, it'd be better if we talk with our mouths. Better for him. Now tell me everything that happened.
She had left the stains for him to see, like a beat cop preserving the scene of a crime for the forensic team. And there had been a crime. One against her boy. Dick looked for a long time, not touching, then nodded. Dick said, "Get on up, honey. We're gonna take a walk on the beach. Massey from Room came back Dick gave his shoulder another shake. You're scarin your ma. I like to hear you, and Wendy does, too. Otherwise they'd hear the tremble in her voice and be concerned.
She didn't want that. Wear them.
The parking lot was surrounded by tawdry beachfront attractions--funnel cake concessions, hotdog stands, souvenir shops--but this was the tag end of the season, and none were doing much business. They had the beach itself almost entirely to themselves. On the ride from the apartment, Danny had held his present--an oblong package, quite heavy, wrapped in silver paper--on his lap.
They walked just above the waves, where the sand was hard and gleaming. Danny walked slowly, because Dick was pretty old.
Someday he'd die. Maybe even soon. Now tell me about last night. Don't leave anything out. The hard part would have been finding words to explain the terror he now felt, and how it was mingled with a suffocating sense of certainty: now that she'd found him, she'd never leave. But because it was Dick, he didn't need words, although he found some. I know she will.