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file:///E|/Funny%20&%20Weird%20Shit/75%20-%20Stephen%20King%20Books/Stephen%20King%20-%20Pet%20Sematary.htmLouis was glad to see the two of them, and be roared with laughter when Ellie dropped the stringmomentarily and chased it through the grass, catching it just before the tumbling, unraveling core tubegave up the last of its twine. But having them around also changed things a little, and he was not terriblysorry to go in when, twenty minutes later, Rachel said she believed Gage had had enough of the wind.She was afraid he would get a chill,So the kite was pulled back in, fighting for the sky at every turn of the twine, at last surrendering. Louistucked it, black wings, buggy bloodshot eyes, and all, under his arm and imprisoned it in the storagecloset again. That night Gage ate an enormous supper of hot dogs and beans, and while Rachel wasdressing him in his Dr. Dentons for bed, Louis took Ellie aside and had a heart-to-heart talk with herabout leaving her marbles around. Under other circumstances, he might have ended up shouting at herbecause Ellie could turn quite haughty—insulting,even—when accused of some mistake. It was only her way of dealing with criticism, but that did notkeep it from infuriating Louis when she laid it on too thick or when he was particularly tired. But thisnight the kite flying had left him in a fine mood, and Ellie was inclined to be reasonable. She agreed tobe more careful and then went downstairs to watch TV until 8:30, a Saturday indulgence she treasured.Okay, that’s out of the way, and it might even do some good, Louis thought, not knowing that marbleswere really not the problem, and chills were really not the problem, that a large Orinco truck was goingto be the problem, that the road was going to be the problem. . . as Jud Crandall had warned them itmight be on that first day of August.He went upstairs that night about fifteen minutes after Cage had been put to bed. He found his son quietbut still awake, drinking the last of a bottle of milk and looking contemplatively up at the ceiling.Louis took one of Gage’s feet in one hand and raised it up. He kissed it, lowered it. “Goodnight, Gage,”he said.“Kite flyne, Daddy,” Gage said.“It really did fly, didn’t it?” Louis said, and for no reason at all he felt tears behind his eyes. “Right up tothe sky, my man.”“Kite flyne,” Cage said. “Up to the kye.”He rolled over on his side, closed his eyes, and slept. Just like that.Louis was stepping into the hail when he glanced back and saw yellowy-green, disembodied eyes staringout at him from Gage’s closet. The closet door was open . . . just a crack. His heart took a lurch into histhroat, and his mouth pulled back and down in a grimace.He opened the closet door, thinkingfile:///E|/Funny%20&%20Weird%20Shit/75%20-%20St...20Books/Stephen%20King%20-%20Pet%20Sematary.htm (179 of 333)7/28/2005 9:21:49 PM