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file:///E|/Funny%20&%20Weird%20Shit/75%20-%20Stephen%20King%20Books/Stephen%20King%20-%20Pet%20Sematary.htmdrunkenness where you’re as wide awake as an owl with diarrhea and you just don’t give a care aboutanything. And he sort of yells up at me—only I guess he thought he was whispering—’You comindown, boy, or am I comin up to get you?’“Shh!’ I says, scared to death now that my dad will wake up and give me the whopping of my younglife. ‘What’d you say?’ Stanny says, even louder than before. If my parents had been around on the roadside of this house, Louis, I would have been a goner. But they had the bedroom that belongs to Normaand me now, with the river view.”“I bet you got down those stairs in one hell of a hurry,” Louis said. “Have you got another beer, Jud?”He was already two past his usual limit, but tonight that seemed okay. Tonight that seemed almostmandatory.“I do, and you know where they’re kept,” Jud said and lit a fresh smoke. He waited until Louis wasseated again. “No, I wouldn’t have dared to try the stairs. They went past my parents’ bedroom. I wentdown the ivy trellis, hand over hand, just as quick as I could. I was some scared, I can tell you, but Ithink I was more scared of my dad just then than I was of going up to the Pet Sematary with Stanny B.”He crushed out his smoke.“We went up there, the two of us, and I guess Stanny B. must have fallen down half a dozen times if hefell down once. He was really far gone; smelled like he’d fallen into a vat of corn. One time he damnnear put a stick through his throat. But he had a pick and shovel with him. When we got to the PetSematary, Ikind of expected he’d sling me the pick and shovel and just pass out while I dug the hole.“Instead he seemed to sober up a little. He told me we was goin on, up over the deadfall and deeper intothe woods, where there was another burial place. I looked at Stanny, who was so drunk he could barelykeep his feet, and I looked at that deadfall, and I said, ‘You can’t climb that, Stanny B., you’ll breakyour neck.’“And he said, ‘I ain’t gonna break my neck, me, and neither are you. I can walk and you can lug yourdog.’ And he was right. He sailed up over that deadfall just as smooth as silk, never even looking down,and I lugged Spot all the way up there, although he must have weighed thirty-five pounds or so and Ionly went about ninety myself. I want to tell you, though, Louis, I was some sore and sprung the nextday. How do you feel today?”Louis didn’t answer, only nodded.“We walked and we walked,” Jud said. “It seemed to me we was gonna walk forever. The woods werespookier in those days. More birds calling from the trees, and you didn’t know what any of em was.file:///E|/Funny%20&%20Weird%20Shit/75%20-%20St...20Books/Stephen%20King%20-%20Pet%20Sematary.htm (124 of 333)7/28/2005 9:21:49 PM