pushed the button on the handle of the clippers。 It hummed into quiet life。
〃Hi； Br'er Rabbit；〃 Jack said。 〃How are you today？ A little off the top and
get some of the extra off your ears？ Fine。 Say； did you hear the one about the
traveling salesman and the old lady with a pet poodle？〃
His voice sounded unnatural and stupid in his ears； and he stopped。 It
occurred to him that he didn't care much for these hedge animals。 It had always
seemed slightly perverted to him to clip and torture a plain old hedge into
something that it wasn't。 Along one of the highways in Vermont there had been a
hedge billboard on a high slope overlooking the road； advertising some kind of
ice cream。 Making nature peddle ice cream； that was just wrong。 It was
grotesque。
（You weren't hired to philosophize； Torrance。）
Ah； that was true。 So true。 He clipped along the rabbit's ears； brushing a
small litter of sticks and twigs off onto the grass。 The hedge…clipper hummed in
that low and rather disgustingly metallic way that all battery…powered
appliances seem to have。 The sun was brilliant but it held no warmth； and now it
wasn't so hard to believe that snow was ing。
Working quickly； knowing that to stop and think when you were at this kind of
a task usually meant making a mistake； Jack touched up the rabbit's 〃face〃 （up
this close it didn't look like a face at all； but he knew that at a distance of
twenty paces or so light and shadow would seem to suggest one； that； and the
viewer's imagination） and then zipped the clippers along its belly。
That done； he shut the clippers off； walked down toward the playground； and
then turned back abruptly to get it all at once； the entire rabbit。 Yes； it
looked all right。 Well； he would do the dog next。
〃But if it was my hotel；〃 he said； 〃I'd cut the whole damn bunch of you down。〃
He would； too。 Just cut them down and resod the lawn where they'd been and put
in half a dozen small metal tables with gaily colored umbrellas。 People could
have cocktails on the Overlook's lawn in the summer sun。 Sloe gin fizzes and
margaritas and pink ladies and all those sweet tourist drinks。 A rum and tonic；
maybe。 Jack took his handkerchief out of his back pocket and slowly rubbed his
lips with it。
〃e on； e on；〃 he said softly。 That was nothing to be thinking about。
He was going to start back； and then some impulse made him change his mind and
he went down to the playground instead。 It was funny how you never knew kids； he
thought。 He and Wendy had expected Danny would love the playground； it had
everything a kid could want。 But Jack didn't think the boy had been down half a
dozen times； if that。 He supposed if there had been another kid to play with； it
would have been different。
The gate squeaked slightly as he let himself in； and then there was crushed
gravel crunching under his feet。 He went first to the playhouse； the perfect
scale model of the Overlook itself。 It came up to his lower thigh； just about
Danny's height when he was standing up。 Jack hunkered down and looked in the
third…floor windows。
〃The giant has e to eat you all up in your beds；〃 he said hollowly。 〃Kiss
your Triple A rating goodbye。〃 But that wasn't funny； either。 You could open the
house simply by pulling it apart — it opened on a hidden hinge。 The inside was a
disappointment。 The walls were painted； but the place was mostly hollow。 But of
course it would have to be； he told himself； or how else could the kids get
inside？ What play furniture might go with the place in the summer was gone；
probably packed away in the equipment shed。 He closed it up and heard the small
click as the latch closed。
He walked over to the slide； set the hedge…clipper down； and after a glance
back at the driveway to make sure Wendy and Danny hadn't returned； he climbed to
the top and sat down。 This was the big kids' slide； but the fit was still
unfortably tight for his grownup ass。 How long had it been since he had been
on a slide？ Twenty years？ It didn't seem possible it could be that long； it
didn't feel that long； but it had to be that； or more。 He could remember his old
man taking him to the park in Berlin when he had been Danny's age； and he had
done the whole bit slide； swings； teeter…totters； everything。 He and the old man
would have a hotdog lunch and buy peanuts from the man with the cart afterward。
They would sit on a bench to eat them and dusky clouds of pigeons would flock
around their feet。
〃Goddam scavenger birds；〃 his dad would say； 〃don't you feed them； Jacky。〃 But
they would both end up feeding them； and giggling at the way they ran after the
nuts； the greedy way they ran after the nuts。 Jack didn't think the old man had
ever taken his brothers to the park。 Jack had been his favorite； and even so
Jack had taken his lumps when the old man was drunk； which was a lot of the
time。 But Jack had loved him for as long as he was able； long after the rest of
the family could only hate and fear him。
He pushed off with his hands and went to the bottom； but the trip was
unsatisfying。 The slide； unused； had too much friction and no really pleasant
speed could be built up。 And his ass was just too big。 His adult feet thumped
into the slight dip where thousands of children's feet had landed before him。 He
stood up； brushed at the seat of his pants； and looked at the hedge…clipper。 But
instead of going back to it he went to the swings； which were also a
disappointment。 The chains had built up rust since the close of the season； and
they squealed like things in pain。 Jack promised himself he would oil them in
the spring。
You better stop it； he advised himself。 You're not a kid anymore。 You don't
need this place to prove it。
But he went on to the cement rings they were too small for him and he passed
them up and then to the security fence which marked the edge of the grounds。 He
curled his fingers through the links and looked through； the sun crosshatching
shadow…lines on his face like a man behind bars。 He recognized the similarity
himself and he shook the chain link； put a harried expression on his face； and
whispered： 〃Lemme outta here！ Lemme outta here！〃 But for the third time； not
funny。 It was time to get back to work。
That was when he heard the sound behind him。
He turned around quickly； frowning； embarrassed； wondering if someone had seen
him fooling around down here in kiddie country。 His eyes ticked off the slides；
the opposing angles of the seesaws； the swings in which only the wind sat。
Beyond all that to the gate and the low fence that divided the playground from
the lawn and the topiary the lions gathered protectively around the path； the
rabbit bent over as if to crop grass； the buffalo ready to charge； the crouching
dog。 Beyond them； the putting green and the hotel itself。 From here he could
even see the raised lip of the roque court on the Overlook's western side。
Everything was just as it had been。 So why had the flesh of his face and hands
begun to creep； and why had the hair along the back of his neck begun to stand