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it never occurred to her that he had gone out for reasons that had nothing to do with her.
her fear coming out sounding like anger.
She had never dreamed there could be so much pain in a life when there was nothing physically wrong. She hurt all the time.
How much of it was her fault? That question haunted her.
She imagined she smelled it but knew it wasn’t so.
her son’s wordless opposition to the whole idea of divorce?
she felt that the three of them had been permanently welded together—that if their three/oneness was to be destroyed, it would not be destroyed by any of them but from outside.
the drunk, savagely pettish voice crying hoarsely:
Doctor Denton pajamas,
The only human being, at least.
that familiar voice
the alien streetlight
a sinuous jungle filled with flesh-eating plants that wanted only to slip around him, squeeze the life out of him, and drag him down into a blackness where one sinister word flashed in red: REDRUM.
They were beautiful mountains but they were hard. She did not think they would forgive many mistakes. An unhappy foreboding rose in her throat.
Hallorann
The imagination seemed to spring to full life
beyond the rein of reason,
I was just…thinking.
It was the place he had seen in the midst of the blizzard, the dark and booming place where some hideously familiar figure sought him down long corridors carpeted with jungle.
Beekman Tower.
a dreadnought of a woman
“What’s flattery?”
there were no bad thoughts.
isolation,
And in one of those flashes that sometimes came, he got a complete thought from her, one that floated above the confused, low-pitched babble
Roebuckers,
Danny giggled and then Hallorann said something (Sure you don’t want to go to Florida, doc?) to him, very clearly. He heard every word. He looked at Hallorann, startled and a little scared. Hallorann winked solemnly and turned back to the food.
“Mr. Hallorann,” Danny said, grinning. “Dick, to your friends.”

