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Soft and sweet and mellow, the song came back and lingered, following her down into a deeper sleep where thought ceased and the faces that came in dreams went unremembered.
Someday her child would be a stranger to her, and she would be strange to him…but not as strange as her own mother had become to her. Please don’t let it be that way, God. Let him grow up and still love his mother.
This was the big kids’ slide, but the fit was still uncomfortably tight for his grown-up ass.
Let em stare, if that was how they got off. Take a picture, folks, it’ll last longer.
Olly-olly-in-for-free. Please come get us, Mister Ranger. We can’t stay out this late.”
It seemed that he might be able to find peace here. At last. If they would only let him.
The final crashing failure. He had failed as a teacher, a writer, a husband, and a father. He had even failed as a drunk. But you couldn’t do much better in the old failure category than to blow up the building you were supposed to be taking care of.
He had served the Overlook, and now the Overlook would serve him. He was sure of it.
