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o seize on the scrapbook as a valid reason； but that wouldn't hold water either。 The chances of Ullman knowing who the owner was were no more than two in a thousand。 At the interview； he had treated the cellar as another country…a nasty underdeveloped one at that。 If he had really wanted to know； he would have called Watson； whose winter number was also in the office notebook。 Even Watson would not have been a sure thing but surer than Ullman。
And telling him about the book idea； that had been another stupid thing。
Incredibly stupid。 Besides jeopardizing his job； he could be closing off wide channels of information once Ullman called around and told people to beware of New Englanders bearing questions about the Overlook Hotel。 He could have done his researches quietly； mailing off polite letters； perhaps even arranging some interviews in the spring 。 。 。 and then laughed up his sleeve at Ullman's rage when the book came out and he was safely away…The Masked Author Strikes Again。
Instead he had made that damned senseless call； lost his temper； antagonized Ullman； and brought out all of the hotel manager's Little Caesar tendencies。
Why？ If it wasn't an effort to get himself thrown out of the good job Al had snagged for him； then what was it？
He deposited the rest of the money in the slots and hung up the phone。 It really was the senseless kind of thing he might have done if he had been drunk。
But he had been sober； dead cold sober。
Walking out of the drugstore be crunched another Excedrin into his mouth； grimacing yet relishing the bitter taste。
On the walk outside he met Wendy and Danny。
〃Hey； we were just ing after you；〃 Wendy said。 〃Snowing； don't you know。〃 Jack blinked up。 〃So it is。〃 It was snowing hard。 Sidewinder's main street was already heavily powdered； the center line obscured。 Danny had his head tilted up to the white sky； his mouth open and his tongue out to catch some of the fat flakes drifting down。
〃Do you think this is it？〃 Wendy asked。
Jack shrugged。 〃I don't know。 I was hoping for another week or two of grace。
We still might get it。〃 Grace； that was it。
（I'm sorry； Al。 Grace； your mercy。 For your mercy。 One more chance。 I am heartily sorry…） How many times； over how many years； had he…a grown man…asked for the mercy of another chance？ He was suddenly so sick of himself； so revolted； that he could have groaned aloud。
〃How's your headache？〃 she asked； studying him closely。
He put an arm around her and hugged her tight。 〃Better。 e on； you two； let's go home while we still can。〃 They walked back to where the hotel truck was slantparked against the curb； Jack in the middle； his left arm around Wendy's shoulders； his right hand holding Danny's hand。 He had called it home for the first time； for better or worse。
As he got behind the truck's wheel it occurred to him that while he was fascinated by the Overlook； he didn't much like it。 He wasn't sure it was good for either his wife or his son or himself。 Maybe that was why he had called Ullman。
To be fired while there was still time。
He backed the truck out of its parking space and headed them out of town and up into the mountains。
》
NIGHT THOUGHTS
It was ten o'clock。 Their quarters were filled with counterfeit sleep。
Jack lay on his side facing the wall； eyes open； listening to Wendy's slow and regular breathing。 The taste of dissolved aspirin was still on his tongue； making it feel rough and slightly numb。 Al Shockley had called at quarter of six； quarter of eight back East。 Wendy had been downstairs with Danny； sitting in front of the lobby fireplace and reading。
〃Person to person；〃 the operator said； 〃for Mr。 Jack Torrance。〃
〃Speaking。〃 He had switched the phone to his right hand； had dug his handkerchief out of his back pocket with his left； and had wiped his tender lips with it。 Then he lit a cigarette。
Al's voice then； strong in his ear： 〃Jacky…boy； what in the name of God are you up to？〃
〃Hi； Al。〃 He snuffed the cigarette and groped for the Excedrin bottle。
〃What's going on； Jack？ I got this weird phone call from Stuart Ullman this afternoon。 And when Stu Ullman calls long…distance out of his own pocket； you know the shit has hit the fan。〃
〃Ullman has nothing to worry about； Al。 Neither do you。〃
〃What exactly is the nothing we don't have to worry about？ Stu made it sound like a cross between blackmail and a National Enquirer feature on the Overlook。
Talk to me； boy。〃
〃I wanted to poke him a little；〃 Jack said。 〃When I came up here to be interviewed； he had to drag out all my dirty laundry。 Drinking problem。 Lost your last job for racking over a student。 Wonder if you're the right man for this。 Et cetera。 The thing that bugged me was that he was bringing all this up because he loved the goddamn hotel so much。 The beautiful Overlook。 The traditional Overlook。 The bloody sacred Overlook。 Well； I found a scrapbook in the basement。 Somebody had put together all the less savory aspects of Ullman's cathedral； and it looked to me like a little black mass had been going on after hours。〃
〃I hope that's metaphorical； Jack。〃 Al's voice sounded frighteningly cold。
〃It is。 But I did find out…〃
〃I know the hotel's history。〃 Jack ran a hand through his hair。 〃So I called him up and poked him with it。 I admit it wasn't very bright； and I sure wouldn't do it again。 End of story。〃
〃Stu says you're planning to do a little dirty…laundry…airing yourself。〃
〃Stu is an asshole！〃 he barked into the phone。 〃I told him I had an idea of writing about the Overlook； yes。 I do。 I think this place forms an index of the whole post…World War II American character。 That sounds like an inflated claim； stated so baldly 。 。 。 I know it does 。 。 。 but it's all here； Al！ My God； it could be a great book。 But it's far in the future； I can promise you that； I've got more on my plate right now than I can eat； and…〃
〃Jack； that's not good enough。〃 He found himself gaping at the black receiver of the phone； unable to believe what he had surely heard。 〃What？ Al； did you say…？〃
〃I said what I said。 How long is far in the future； Jack？ For you it may be two years； maybe five。 For me it's thirty or forty； because I expect to be associated with the Overlook for a long time。 The thought of you doing some sort of a scum…job on my hotel and passing it off as a great piece of American writing； that makes me sick。〃 Jack was speechless。
〃I tried to help you； Jacky…boy。 We went through the war together； and I thought I owed you some help。 You remember the war？〃
〃I remember it；〃 he muttered； but the coals of resentment had begun to glow around his heart。 First Ullman； then Wendy； now Al。 What was this？ National Let's Pick Jack Torrance Apart Week？ He clamped his lips more tightly together； reached for his cigarettes； and knocked them off onto the floor。 Had he ever liked this cheap prick talking to him from his mahogany…lined den in Vermont？
Had he really？
〃Before you hit that Hatfield kid；〃 Al was saying； 〃I had talked the Board out of letting you go and even had them swung around to considering tenure。 You blew that one for yourself。 I got you this hotel thing； a nice quiet place for you to get yourself together； finish your play； and wait it out until Harry Effinger and I could convince the rest of those guys that they made a big mistake。 Now it looks like you want to chew my arm off on your way to a bigger killing。 Is that the way you say thanks to your friends； Jack？〃
〃No；〃 he whispered。
He didn't dare say more。 His head was throbbing with the hot； acid…etched words that wanted to get out。 He tried desperately to think of Danny and Wendy； depending on him； Danny and Wendy sitting peacefully downstairs in front of the fire and working on the first of the second…grade reading primers； thinking everything was A…OK。 If he lost this job； what then？ Off to California in that tired old VW with the distintegrating fuel pump like a family of dustbowl Okies？
He told himself he would get down on his knees and beg Al before he let that happen； but still the words struggled to pour out； and the h
