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file:///E|/Funny%20&%20Weird%20Shit/75%20-%20Stephen%20King%20Books/Stephen%20King%20-%20Pet%20Sematary.htmcat through the woods, shifting the plastic bag from one hand to the other. . . and all the while IrwinGoldman, that dirty old fuck from Lake Forest, had been busy trying to buy his daughter’s affection byunlimbering the world-famous checkbook and the world-famous fountain pen.For one moment he felt himself on the verge of shouting He bought her six dresses and I brought hergoddam cat back from the dead, so who loves her more?He clamped down on the words. He would never say anything like that. Never.She touched his neck gently. “Louis,” she said. “It was both of them together. Please try to see. Please.They love the children, and they don’t see them much. And they’re getting old. Louis, you’d hardlyrecognize my father. Really.”“I’d recognize him,” Louis muttered.“Please, honey. Try to see. Try to be kind. It doesn’t hurt you.” He looked at her for a long time. “It doesthough,” he said finally. “Maybe it shouldn’t, but it does.”She opened her mouth to reply, and then Ellie called out from her room: “Daddy! Mommy! Somebody!”Rachel started to get up, and Louis pulled her back down. “Stay with Gage. I’ll go.” He thought he knewwhat the trouble was. But he had put the cat out, damn it; after Ellie had gone to bed, he had caught it inthe kitchen sniffing around its dish and had put it out. He didn’t want the cat sleeping with her. Notanymore. Odd thoughts of disease, mingled with memories of Uncle Carl’s funeral parlor, had come tohim when he thought of Church sleeping on Ellie’s bed.She’s going to know that something’s wrong and Church was better before.He had put the cat out, but when be went in, Ellie was sitting up in bed, more asleep than awake, andChurch was spread out on the counterpane, a batlike shadow. The cat’s eyes were open and stupidlygleaming in the light from the hail.“Daddy, put him out,” Ellie almost groaned. “He stinks so bad.”“Shhh, Ellie, go to sleep,” Louis said, astounded by the calmness of his own voice. It made him think ofthe morning after his sleepwalking incident, the day after Pascow had died. Getting to the infirmary andducking into the bathroom to look at himself in the mirror, convinced that he must look like hell. But hehad looked pretty much all right. It was enough to make youwonder how many people were going around with dreadful secrets bottled up inside.file:///E|/Funny%20&%20Weird%20Shit/75%20-%20St...20Books/Stephen%20King%20-%20Pet%20Sematary.htm (139 of 333)7/28/2005 9:21:49 PM