Doctor Sleep

and when she does, Abra just dissolves. Which is what happened that night. I turned off the TV, and when I turned it on again, everything was back to normal. I could give you half a dozen other things . . . incidents . . . phenomena . . . but most of it’s so small you’d hardly even notice.” He shrugged. “Like I say, you get used to it.”
    John said, “I’ll come to the party. After all that, how can I resist?”
    “Probably nothing will happen,” Dave said. “You know the old joke about how to stop a leaky faucet, don’t you? Call the plumber.”
    Concetta snorted. “If you really believe that, sonny-boy, I think you might get a surprise.” And, to Dalton: “Just getting him here was like pulling teeth.”
    “Give it a rest, Momo.” Color had begunto rise in Dave’s cheeks.
    John sighed. He had sensed the antagonism between these two before. He didn’t know the cause of it—some kind of competition for Lucy, perhaps—but he didn’t want it breaking out into the open now. Their bizarre errand had turned them into temporary allies, and that was the way he wanted to keep it.
    “Save the sniping.” He spoke sharply enough so they looked away fromeach other and back at him, surprised. “I believe you. I’ve never heard of anything remotely like this before . . .”
    Or had he? He trailed off, thinking of his lost watch.
    “Doc?” David said.
    “Sorry. Brain cramp.”
    At this they both smiled. Allies again. Good.
    “Anyway, no one’s going to send for the men in the white coats. I accept you both as level-headed folks, not prone to hysteria or hallucination.I might guess some bizarre form of Munchausen syndrome was at work if it was just one person claiming these . . . these psychic outbreaks . . . but it’s not. It’s all three of you. Which raises the question, what do you want me to do?”
    Dave seemed at a loss, but his grandmother-in-law was not. “Observe her, the way you would any child with a disease—”
    The color had begun to leave David Stone’scheeks, but now it rushed back. Slammed back. “Abra is not sick,” he snapped.
    She turned to him. “I know that! Cristo! Will you let me finish?”
    Dave put on a longsuffering expression and raised his hands. “Sorry, sorry, sorry.”
    “Just don’t jump down my throat, David.”
    John said, “If you insist on bickering, children, I’ll have to send you to the Quiet Room.”
    Concetta sighed. “This is verystressful. For all of us. I’m sorry, Davey, I used the wrong word.”
    “No prob, cara . We’re in this together.”
    She smiled briefly. “Yes. Yes, we are. Observe her as you’d observe any child with an undiagnosed condition, Dr. Dalton. That’s all we can ask, and I think it’s enough for now. You may have some ideas. I hope so. You see . . .”
    She turned to David Stone with an expression of helplessnessthat John thought was probably rare on that firm face.
    “We’re afraid,” Dave said. “Me, Lucy, Chetta—scared to death. Not of her, but for her. Because she’s just little, do you see? What if this power of hers . . . I don’t know what else to call it . . . what if it hasn’t topped out yet? What if it’s still growing? What do we do then? She could . . . I don’t know . . .”
    “He does know,” Chettasaid. “She could lose her temper and hurt herself or someone else. I don’t know how likely that is, but just thinking it could happen . . .” She touched John’s hand. “It’s awful.”
    7
    Dan Torrance knew he would be living in the turret room of the Helen Rivington House from the moment he had seen his old friend Tony waving to him from a window that on second look turned out to be boarded shut. Heasked Mrs. Clausen, the Rivington’s chief supervisor, about the room six months or so after going to work at the hospice as janitor/orderly . . . and unofficial doctor in residence. Along with his faithful sidekick Azzie, of course.
    “That room’s junk from one end to the other,” Mrs. Clausenhad said. She was a sixtysomething with implausibly red hair. She was possessed of a sarcastic, often dirtymouth, but she was a smart and compassionate administrator. Even better, from the standpoint of HRH’s board of directors, she was a tremendously effective fund-raiser. Dan wasn’t sure he liked her, but he had come to respect her.
    “I’ll clean it out. On my own time. It would be better for me to be right here, don’t you think? On