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He thought about asking his mother why Mrs。 Brant might want the car…man's pants； and decided against it。 Sometimes questions could get you in a whole lot of trouble。 It had happened to him before。
So instead he squeezed in between them on the small sofa they were sharing and watched all the people check out at the desk。 He was glad his mommy and daddy were happy and loving each other； but he couldn't help being a little worried。
He couldn't help it。
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HALLORANN
The cook didn't conform to Wendy's image of the typical resort hotel kitchen personage at all。 To begin with； such a personage was called a chef； nothing so mundane as a cook…cooking was what she did in her apartment kitchen when she threw all the leftovers into a greased Pyrex casserole dish and added noodles。
Further； the culinary wizard of such a place as the Overlook； which advertised in the resort section of the New York Sunday Times； should be small； rotund； and pasty…faced （rather like the Pillsbury Dough…Boy）； he should have a thin pencil… line mustache like a forties musical edy star； dark eyes； a French accent； and a detestable personality。
Hallorann had the dark eyes and that was all。 He was a tall black man with a modest afro that was beginning to powder white。 He had a soft southern accent and he laughed a lot； disclosing teeth too white and too even to be anything but 1950…vintage Sears and Roebuck dentures。 Her own father had had a pair； which he called Roebuckers； and from time to time he would push them out at her ically at the supper table 。 。 。 always； Wendy remembered now； when her mother was out in the kitchen getting something else or on the telephone。
Danny had stared up at this black giant in blue serge； and then had smiled when Hallorann picked him up easily； set him in the crook of his elbow； and said： 〃You ain't gonna stay up here all winter。〃
〃Yes I am；〃 Danny said with a shy grin。
〃No； you're gonna e down to St。 Pete's with me and learn to cook and go out on the beach every damn evenin watchin for crabs。 Right？〃 Danny giggled delightedly and shook his head no。 Hallorann set him down。
〃If you're gonna change your mind；〃 Hallorann said； bending over him gravely；
〃you better do it quick。 Thirty minutes from now and I'm in my car。 Two and a half hours after that； I'm sitting at Gate 32； Concourse B； Stapleton International Airport； in the mile…high city of Denver； Colorado。 Three hours after that； I'm rentin a car at the Miama Airport and on my way to sunny St。
Pete's； waiting to get iota my swimtrunks and just laaafin up my sleeve at anybody stuck and caught in the snow。 Can you dig it； my boy？〃
〃Yes； sir；〃 Danny said； smiling。
Hallorann turned to Jack and Wendy。 〃Looks like a fine boy there。〃
〃We think he'll do；〃 Jack said； and offered his hand。 Hallorann took it。 〃I'm Jack Torrance。 My wife Winnifred。 Danny you've met。〃
〃And a pleasure it was。 Ma'am； are you a Winnie or a Freddie？〃
〃I'm a Wendy；〃 she said； smiling。
〃Okay。 That's better than the other two； I think。 Right this way。 Mr。 Unman wants you to have the tour； the tour you'll get。〃 He shook his bead and said under his breath： 〃And won't I be glad to see the last of him。〃 Hallorann menced to tour them around the most immense kitchen Wendy had ever seen in her life。 It was sparkling clean。 Every surface was coaxed to a high gloss。 It was more than just big； it was intimidating。 She walked at Hallorann's side while Jack； wholly out of his element； hung back a little with Danny。 A long wallboard hung with cutting instruments which went all the way from paring knives to twohanded cleavers hung beside a four…basin sink。 There was a breadboard as big as their Boulder apartment's kitchen table。 An amazing array of stainless…steel pots and pans hung from floor to ceiling； covering one whole wall。
〃I think I'll have to leave a trail of breadcrumbs every time I e in；〃 she said。
〃Don't let it get you down；〃 Hallorann said。 〃It's big； but it's still only a kitchen。 Most of this stuff you'll never even have to touch。 Keep it clean； that's all I ask。 Here's the stove I'd be using； if I was you。 There are three of them in all； but this is the smallest。
Smallest； she thought dismally； looking at it There were twelve burners； two regular ovens and a Dutch oven； a heated well on top in which you could simmer sauces or bake beans； a broiler； and a warmer…plus a million dials and temperature gauges。
〃All gas；〃 Hallorann said。 〃You've cooked with gas before； Wendy？〃
〃Yes。。：'
〃I love gas；〃 he said； and turned on one of the burners。 Blue flame popped into life and he adjusted it down to a faint glow with a delicate touch。 〃I like to be able to see the flame you're cookin with。 You see where all the surface burner switches are？〃
〃Yes。〃
〃And the oven dials are all marked。 Myself； I favor the middle one because it seems to heat the most even； but you use whichever one you like…or all three； for that matter。〃
〃A TV dinner in each one；〃 Wendy said； and laughed weakly。
Hallorann roared。 〃Go right ahead； if you like。 I left a list of everything edible over by the sink。 You see it？〃
〃Here it is； Mommyl〃 Danny brought over two sheets of paper； written closely on both sides。
〃Good boy；〃 Hallorann said； taking it from him and ruffling his hair。 〃You sure you don't want to e to Florida with me； my boy？ Learn to cook the sweetest shrimp creole this side of paradise？〃 Danny put his hands over his mouth and giggled and retreated to his father's side。
〃You three folks could eat up here for a year； I guess；〃 Hallorann said。 〃We got a cold…pantry； a walk…in freezer； all sorts of vegetable bins； and two refrigerators。 e on and let me show you。〃 For the next ten minutes Hallorann opened bins and doors； disclosing food in such amounts as Wendy had never seen before。 The food supplies amazed her but did not reassure her as much as she might have thought： the Donner Party kept recurring to her； not with thoughts of cannibalism （with all this food it would indeed be a long time before they were reduced to such poor rations as each other）； but with the reinforced idea that this was indeed a serious business： when snow fell； getting out of here would not be a matter of an hour's drive to Sidewinder but a major operation。 They would sit up here in this deserted grand hotel； eating the food that had been left them like creatures in a fairy tale and listening to the bitter wind around their snowbound eaves。 In Vermont； when Danny had broken his arm （when Jack broke Danny's arm） she had called the emergency Medix squad； dialing the number from the little card attached to the phone。 They had been at the house only ten minutes later。
There were other numbers written on that little card。 You could have a police car in five minutes and a fire truck in even less time than that； because the fire station was only three blocks away and one block over。 There was a man to call if the lights went out； a man to call if the shower stopped up； a man to call if the TV went on the fritz。 But what would happen up here if Danny had one of his fainting spells and swallowed his