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file:///E|/Funny%20&%20Weird%20Shit/75%20-%20Stephen%20King%20Books/Stephen%20King%20-%20Pet%20Sematary.htmbefore he or she put you out like a light.and I’d guess most men tell their wives a smart of lies. .Wives and daughters as well, Louis thought—but it was eerie, the way Jud seemed almost to know whathad transpired this morning, both on the telephone and in his own head.Slowly he refolded the note, which had been written on a sheet of lined paper like that in a schoolboy’sBlue Horse tablet, and put it back into the envelope. He put the envelope into his hip pocket and crossedthe road again.25It was around one o’clock that afternoon when Church came back like the cat in the nursery rhyme.Louis was in the garage, where he had been working off and on for the last six weeks on a fairlyambitious set of shelves; he wanted to put all of the dangerous garage stuff such as bottles of windshieldwiperfluid, antifreeze, and sharp tools on these shelves, where they would be out of Gage’s reach. Hewas hammering in a nail when Church strolled in, his tail high. Louis did not drop the hammer or evenslam his thumb—his heart jogged in his chest but did not leap; a hot wire seemed to glow momentarilyin his stomach and then cool immediately, like the filament of a light bulb that glows overbrightly for amoment and then burns out. It was as if, he told himself later, he had spent that entire sunny post-Thanksgiving Friday morning waiting for Church to come back; as if he had known in some deeper,more primitive part of his mind what their night hike up to the Micmac burying ground had meant allalong.He put the hammer down carefully, spat the nails he had been holding in his mouth back into his palm,and then dumped them into the pockets of his workman’s apron. He went to Church and picked the catup.Live weight, he thought with a kind of sick excitement. He weighs what he did before he was hit. This islive weight. He was heavier in the bag. He was heavier when he was dead.His heart took a bigger jog this time—almost a leap—and for a moment the garage seemed to swim infront of his eyes.Church laid his ears back and allowed himself to be held. Louis carried him out into the sunlight and satdown on the back steps. The cat tried to get down then, but Louis stroked him and held him on his lap.His heart seemed to be taking regular jogs now.He probed gently into the heavy ruff of fur at Church’s neck, remembering the sick, boneless wayChurch’s head had swiveled on his broken neck the night before. He felt nothing now but good muscleand tendon. He held Church up and looked at the cat’s muzzle closely. -What he saw there caused him tofile:///E|/Funny%20&%20Weird%20Shit/75%20-%20St...20Books/Stephen%20King%20-%20Pet%20Sematary.htm (117 of 333)7/28/2005 9:21:49 PM