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file:///E|/Funny%20&%20Weird%20Shit/75%20-%20Stephen%20King%20Books/Stephen%20King%20-%20Pet%20Sematary.htmrush to tell her that her cat got killed on the highway—why not let her enjoy her holiday?By the way, Louis, I wouldn’t talk about what we did last night either, not around North Ludlow. Thereare other people who know about that old Micmac burying ground, and there are other people in townwho have buried their animals there .you might say it’s another part of the “Pet Sematary.” Believe it or not, there is even a bull buried upthere! Old Zack McGovern, who used to live out on Stack pole Road, buried his prize bull Hanratty inthe Micmac burying ground back in 1967 or ‘68. Ha, ha! He told me that he and his two boys had takenthat bull out there and 1 laughed until I thought 1 would rupture myself! But people around here don’tlike to talk about it, and they don’t like people they consider to be “outsiders” to know about it, not becausesome of these old superstitions go back three hundred years or more (although they do), butbecause they sort of believe in those superstitions, and they think any “outsider” who knows that they domust be laughing at them. Does that make any sense? I suspect it—doesn’t, but nevertheless that’s howit is. So just do me a favor and keep shut on the subject, will you?We will talk more about this, probably tonight, and by then you will understand more, but in themeantime I want to tell you that you did yourself proud. I knew you would.JudPS—Norma doesn’t know what this note says—I told her something different—and I would just as soonkeep it that way if it’s all the same to you. I've told Norma more than one lie in the fifty-eight yearswe’ve been married, and I’d guess that most men tell their wives a smart of lies, but you know, most ofthem could stand before God and confess them without dropping their eyes from His.Well, drop over tonight and we’ll do a little boozing.Louis stood on the top step leading to Jud and Norma’s porch— now bare, its comfortable rattanfurniture stored to wait for another spring—frowning over this note. Don’t tell Ellie the cat had beenkilled—he hadn’t. Other animals buried there? Superstitions going back three hundred years?and by then you will understand more.J.He touched this line lightly with his finger, and for the first time allowed his mind to deliberately turnback to what they had done the night before. It was blurred in his memory, it had the melting, cottoncandytexture of dreams or of waking actions performed under a light haze of drugs. He could recallclimbing the deadfall and the odd, brighter quality of light in the bog—that and the way it had felt ten ortwenty degrees warmer there—but all of it was like the conversation you had with the anesthetist justfile:///E|/Funny%20&%20Weird%20Shit/75%20-%20St...20Books/Stephen%20King%20-%20Pet%20Sematary.htm (116 of 333)7/28/2005 9:21:49 PM