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way Danny had of preguessing them both。 She would decide to have an unusual evening cup of tea； go out in the kitchen and find her cup out with a tea bag in it。 She would remember that the books were due at the library and find them all neatly piled up on the hall table； her library card on top。 Or Jack would take it into his head to wax the Volkswagen and find Danny already out there； listening to tinny top…forty music on his crystal radio as he sat on the curb to watch。
Aloud she said； 〃Then why the nightmares now？ Why did Tony tell him to lock the bathroom door？〃
〃I believe it's because Tony has outlived his usefulness；〃 Edmonds said。 〃He was born…Tony； not Danny…at a time when you and your husband were straining to keep your marriage together。 Your husband was drinking too much。 There was the incident of the broken arm。 The ominous quiet between you。〃 Ominous quiet； yes； that phrase was the real thing； anyway。 The stiff； tense meals where the only conversation had been please pass the butter or Danny； eat the rest of your carrots or may I be excused； please。 The nights when Jack was gone and she had lain down； dry…eyed； on the couch while Danny watched TV。 The mornings when she and Jack had stalked around each other like two angry cats with a quivering； frightened mouse between them。 It all rang true； （dear God； do old scars ever stop hurting？） horribly； horribly true。
Edmonds resumed； 〃But things have changed。 You know； schizoid behavior is a pretty mon thing in children。 It's accepted； because all we adults have this unspoken agreement that children are lunatics。 They have invisible friends。 They may go and sit in the closet when they're depressed； withdrawing from the world。
They attach talismanic importance to a special blanket； or a teddy bear； or a stuffed tiger。 They suck their thumbs。 When an adult sees things that aren't there； we consider him ready for the rubber room。 When a child says he's seen a troll in his bedroom or a vampire outside the window； we simply smile indulgently。 We have a one…sentence explanation that explains the whole range of such phenomena in children…〃
〃He'll grow out of it；〃 Jack said。
Edmonds blinked。 〃My very words；〃 he said。 〃Yes。 Now I would guess that Danny was in a pretty good position to develop a full…fledged psychosis。 Unhappy home life； a big imagination； the invisible friend who was so real to him that he nearly became real to you。 Instead of ‘growing out of' is childhood schizophrenia； he might well have grown into it。〃
〃And bee autistic？〃 Wendy asked。 She had read about autism。 The word itself frightened her； it sounded like dread and white silence。
〃Possible but not necessarily。 He might simply have entered Tony's world someday and never e back to what he calls ‘real things。' 〃
〃God；〃 Jack said。
〃But now the basic situation has changed drastically。 Mr。 Torrance no longer drinks。 You are in a new place where conditions have forced the three of you into a tighter family unit than ever beforecertainly tighter than my own； where my wife and kids may see me for only two or three hours a day。 To my mind； he is in the perfect healing situation。 And I think the very fact that he is able to differentiate so sharply between Tony's world and ‘real things' says a lot about the fundamentally healthy state of his mind。 He says that you two are no longer considering divorce。 Is he as right as I think he is？〃
〃Yes；〃 Wendy said； and Jack squeezed her hand tightly； almost painfully。 She squeezed back。
Edmonds nodded。 〃He really doesn't need Tony anymore。 Danny is flushing him out of his system。 Tony no longer brings pleasant visions but hostile nightmares that are too frightening for him to remember except fragmentarily。 He internalized Tony during a difficult…desperate…life situation； and Tony is not leaving easily。 But he is leaving。 Your son is a little like a junkie kicking the habit。〃 He stood up； and the Torrances stood also。
〃As I said； I'm not a psychiatrist。 If the nightmares are still continuing when your job at the Overlook ends next spring； Mr。 Torrance； I would strongly urge you to take him to this man in Boulder。〃
〃I will。〃
〃Well； let's go out and tell him he can go home；〃 Edmonds said。
〃I want to thank you；〃 Jack told him painfully。 〃I feel better about all this than I have in a very long time。〃
〃So do I；〃 Wendy said。
At the door； Edmonds paused and looked at Wendy。 〃Do you or did you have a sister； Mrs。 Torrance？ Named Aileen？〃 Wendy looked at him； surprised。 〃Yes； I did。 She was killed outside our home in Somersworth； New Hampshire； when she was six and I was ten。 She chased a ball into the street and was struck by a delivery van。〃
〃Does Danny know that？〃
〃I don't know。 I don't think so。〃
〃He says you were thinking about her in the waiting room。〃
〃I was；〃 Wendy said slowly。 〃For the first time in 。 。 。 oh； I don't know how long。〃
〃Does the word 'redrum' mean anything to either of you？〃 Wendy shook her head but Jack said； 〃He mentioned that word last night； just before he went to sleep。 Red drum。〃
〃No； rum；〃 Edmonds corrected。 〃He was quite emphatic about that。 Rum。 As in the drink。 The alcoholic drink。〃
〃Oh；〃 Jack said。 〃It fits in； doesn't it？〃 He took his handkerchief out of his back pocket and wiped his lips with it。
〃Does the phrase ‘the shining' mean anything to you？〃 This time they both shook their heads。
〃Doesn't matter； I guess；〃 Edmonds said。 He opened the door into the waiting room。 〃Anybody here named Danny Torrance that would like to go home？〃
〃Hi； Daddy！ Hi； Mommy！〃 He stood up from the small table where he had been leafing slowly through a copy of Where the Wild Things Are and muttering the words he knew aloud。
He ran to Jack； who scooped him up。 Wendy ruffled his hair。
Edmonds peered at him。 〃If you don't love your mommy and daddy； you can stay with good old Bill。〃
〃No； sir！〃 Danny said emphatically。 He slung one arm around Jack's neck； one arm around Wendy's； and looked radiantly happy。
〃Okay；〃 Edmonds said； smiling。 He looked at Wendy。 〃You call if you have any problems。〃
〃Yes。〃
〃I don't think you will；〃 Edmonds said； smiling。
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THE SCRAPBOOK
Jack found the scrapbook on the first of November； while his wife and son were hiking up the rutted old road that ran from behind the roque court to a deserted sawmill two miles further up。 The fine weather still held； and all three of them had acquired improbable autumn suntans。
He had gone down in the basement to knock the press down on the boiler and then； on impulse； he had taken the flashlight from the shelf where the plumbing schematics were and decided to look at some of the old papers。 He was also looking for good places to set his traps； although he didn't plan to do that for another month…I want them all to be home from vacation； he had told Wendy。
Shining the flashlight ahead of him； he stepped past the elevator shaft （at Wendy's insistence they hadn't used the elevator since they moved in） and through the small stone arch。 His nose wrinkled at the smell of rotting paper。
Behind him the boiler kicked o