第19部分最新章节，第4页_The Shining 原版小说免费全文阅读

龙腾小说网>The Shining 原版小说 > 第19部分（第4页）

Jack　whistled　disgustedly　between　his　teeth；　sat　straddling　the　peak　of　the

roof；　and　examined　his　right　index　finger。　It　was　swelling　already；　and　he

supposed　he　would　have　to　try　and　creep　past　that　nest　to　his　ladder　so　he　could

go　down　and　put　some　ice　on　it。

It　was　October　20。　Wendy　and　Danny　had　gone　down　to　Sidewinder　in　the　hotel

truck　（an　elderly；　rattling　Dodge　that　was　still　more　trustworthy　than　the　VW；

which　was　now　wheezing　gravely　and　seemed　terminal）　to　get　three　gallons　of　milk

and　do　some　Christmas　shopping。　It　was　early　to　shop；　but　there　was　no　telling

when　the　snow　would　e　to　stay。　There　had　already　been　flurries；　and　in　some

places　the　road　down　from　the　Overlook　was　slick　with　patch　ice。

So　far　the　fall　had　been　almost　preternaturally　beautiful。　In　the　three　weeks

they　had　been　here；　golden　day　had　followed　golden　day。　Crisp；　thirty…degree

mornings　gave　way　to　afternoon　temperatures　in　the　low　sixties；　the　perfect

temperature　for　climbing　around　on　the　Overlooks　gently　sloping　western　roof

and　doing　the　shingling。　Jack　had　admitted　freely　to　Wendy　that　he　could　have

finished　the　job　four　days　ago；　but　he　felt　no　real　urge　to　hurry。　The　view　from

up　here　was　spectacular；　even　putting　the　vista　from　the　Presidential　Suite　in

the　shade。　More　important；　the　work　itself　was　soothing。　On　the　roof　he　felt

himself　healing　from　the　troubled　wounds　of　the　last　three　years。　On　the　roof　he

felt　at　peace。　Those　three　years　began　to　seem　like　a　turbulent　nightmare。

The　shingles　had　been　badly　rotted；　some　of　them　blown　entirely　away　by　last

winters　storms。　He　had　ripped　them　all　up；　yelling　〃Bombs　away！〃　as　he　dropped

them　over　the　side；　not　wanting　Danny　to　get　hit　in　case　he　had　wandered　over。

He　had　been　pulling　out　bad　flashing　when　the　wasp　had　gotten　him。

The　ironic　part　was　that　he　warned　himself　each　time　he　climbed　onto　the　roof

to　keep　an　eye　out　for　nests；　he　had　gotten　that　bug　bomb　just　in　case。　But　this

morning　the　stillness　and　peace　had　been　so　plete　that　his　watchfulness　had

lapsed。　He　had　been　back　in　the　world　of　the　play　he　was　slowly　creating；

roughing　out　whatever　scene　he　would　be　working　on　that　evening　in　his　head。　The

play　was　going　very　well；　and　although　Wendy　had　said　little；　he　knew　she　was

pleased。　He　had　been　roadblocked　on　the　crucial　scene　between　Denker；　the

sadistic　headmaster；　and　Gary　Benson；　his　young　hero；　during　the　last　unhappy

six　months　at　Stovington；　months　when　the　craving　for　a　drink　had　been　so　bad

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