im　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