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file:///E|/Funny%20&%20Weird%20Shit/75%20-%20Stephen%20King%20Books/Stephen%20King%20-%20Pet%20Sematary.htmHe had looked like he was lying.Louis didn’t really know he was drunk until he got back in his own garage.Outside there was starlight and a chilly rind of moon. Not enough light to cast a shadow, but enough tosee by. Once he got in the garage, he was blind. There was a light switch somewhere, but he wasdamned if he could remember anymore just where it was. He felt his way along slowly, shuffling hisfeet, his head swimming, anticipating a painful crack on the knee or a toy that he would stumble over,frightening himself with its crash, perhaps falling over himself. Ellie’s little Schwinn with its redtraining wheels. Gage’s Crawly-Gator.Where was the eat? Had he left him in?27Somehow he sailed off course and ran into the wall. A splinter whispered into one palm and he cried out“Shit!” to the darkness, realizing after the word was out that it sounded more seared than mad. Thewhole garage seemed to have taken a stealthy half-turn. Now it wasn’t just the light switch; now hedidn’t know where the fuck anything was, and that included the door into the kitchen.He began walking again, moving slowly, his palm stinging. This is what it would be like to be blind, hethought, and that made him think of a Stevie Wonder concert he and Rachel had gone to—when? Sixyears ago? As impossible as it seemed, it had to be. She had been pregnant with Ellie then. Two guyshad led Wonder to his synthesizer, guiding him over the cables that snaked across the stage so hewouldn’t stumble. And later, when he had gotten up to dance with one of the back-up singers, she hadled him carefully to a clear place on the floor. He had danced well, Louis remembered thinking. He haddanced well, but he had needed a hand to lead him to the space where he could do it.How about a hand right now to lead me to my kitchen door? he thought. . . and abruptly shuddered.If a hand came out of the darkness now to lead him, how he would scream—scream and scream andscream.He stood still, heart thudding. Come on, he told himself. Stop this shit, come on, come on— Where wasthat fucking cat?Then he did slam into something, the rear bumper of the station wagon, and the pain sang up his bodyfrom his barked shin, making his eyes water. He grabbed his leg and rubbed it, standing one-legged likea heron, but at least he knew where he was now, the geography of the garage fixed firmly in his mindagain, and besides, his night vision was coming, good old visual purple. He had left the cat in, heremembered that now, hadn’t really wanted to touch it, to pick it up and put it out and— And that wasfile:///E|/Funny%20&%20Weird%20Shit/75%20-%20St...20Books/Stephen%20King%20-%20Pet%20Sematary.htm (133 of 333)7/28/2005 9:21:49 PM