Stephen King - A Bedroom In The Wee Hours Of The Morning

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A BEDROOM IN THE WEE HOURS OF THE MORNING

Coming here had been a mistake, and Lottie Kilgallon didn't like to admit her mistakes.

And I won't admit this one, she thought with determination as she stared up at the ceiling that glimmered

overhead

Her husband of 10 days slumbered beside hen Sleeping the sleep of the just was how some might have put

it. Others, more honest, might have called it the sleep of the monumentally stupid. He was William

Pillsbury of the Westchester Pillsburys, only son and heir of Harold M. Pillsbury, old and comfortable

money. Publishing was what they liked to talk about because publishing was a gentleman's profession, but

there was also a chain of New England textile mills, a foundry in Ohio, and extensive agricultural holdings

in the South - cotton and citrus and fruit. Old money was always better than nouveau riche, but either way

they had money falling out of their assholes. If she ever said that aloud to Bill, he would undoubtedly go

pale and might even faint dead away No fear, Bill. Profanation of the Pillsbury family shall never cross my

lips.

It had been her idea to honeymoon at the Overlook in Colorado, and there had been two reasons for this.

First, although it was tremendously expensive (as the best resorts were), it was not a "hep" place to go, and

Lottie did not like to go to the hep places. Where did you go on your honeymoon. Lottie? Oh, this

perfectly, wonderful resort hotel in Colorado - the Overlook. Lovely place. Quite out of the way but so

romantic. And her friends - whose stupidity was exceeded in most cases only by that of William Pillsbury-

himself - would look at her in dumb - literally! - wonder. Lottie had done it again.

Her second reason had been of more personal importance. She had wanted to honeymoon at the Overlook

because Bill wanted to go to Rome. It was imperative to find out certain things as soon as possible. Would

she be able to have her own way immediately? And if not, how long would it take to grind him down? He

was stupid, and he had followed her around like a dog with its tongue hanging out since her debutante ball,

but would he be as malleable after the ring was slipped on as he had been before?

Lottie smiled a little in the dark despite her lack of sleep and the bad dreams she had had since they arrived

here. Arrived here, that was the key phrase. "Here" was not the American Hotel in Rome but the Overlook

in Colorado. She was going to be able to manage him just fine, and that was the important thing. She would

only make him stay another four days (she had originally planned on three weeks, but the bad dreams had

changed that), and then they could go back to New York. After all, that was where the action was in this

August of 1929. The stock market was going crazy, the sky was the limit, and Lottie expected to be an

heiress to multimillions instead of just one or two million by this time next year. Of course there were some

weak sisters who claimed the market was riding for a fall, but no one had ever called Lottie Kilgallon a

weak sister.

Lottie Kilgallon. Pillsbury now at least that's the way I'll have to sign my checks, of course. But inside I'll

always be Lottie Kilgallon. Because he's never going to touch me Not inside where it counts.

The most tiresome thing about this first contest of her marriage was that Bill actually liked the Overlook.

He was up even, day at two minutes past the crack of dawn, disturbing what ragged bits of sleep she had

managed after the restless nights, staring eagerly out at the sunrise like some sort of disgusting Greek

nature boy. He had been hiking two or three times, he had gone on several nature rides with other guests,

and bored her almost to the point of screaming with stories about the horse he rode on these jaunts, a bay

mare named Tessie. He had tried to get her to go on these outings with him, but Lottie refused. Riding

meant slacks, and her posterior was just a trifle too-wide for slacks. The idiot had also suggested that she go

hiking with him and some of the others - the caretaker's son doubled as a guide, Bill enthused, and he knew

a hundred trails. The amount of game you saw, Bill said, would make you think it was 1829, instead of a

hundred years later. Lottie had dumped cold water on this idea too.

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