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file:///E|/Funny%20&%20Weird%20Shit/75%20-%20Stephen%20King%20Books/Stephen%20King%20-%20Pet%20Sematary.htmsay next, and for some reason he dreaded it; yet it was coming, unavoidable, like a blackbullet of a large caliber from a killer’s gun, and he knew that he would be struck over and over by thisbullet in the next interminable ninety minutes, and then again in the afternoon, while the wounds of themorning were still trickling blood:“Thank God he didn’t suffer, Louis. At least it was quick.”Yes, it was quick, all right, he thought about saying to her—ah, how that would shatter her face all overagain, and he felt a vicious urge to do it, to simply spray the words into her face. It was quick, no doubtabout that, that’s why the coffin’s closed, nothing could have been done about Gage even if Rachel and Iapproved of dressing up dead relatives in their best like department store mannequins and rouging andpowdering and painting their faces. It was quick, Missy-my-dear, one minute he was there on the roadand the next minute he was lying in it, but way down by the Ringers’ house. It hit him and killed himand then it dragged him and you better believe it was quick. A hundred yards or more all told, the lengthof a football field. I ran after him, Missy, I was screaming his name over and over again, almost as if Iexpected he would still be alive, me, a doctor. I ran ten yards and there was his baseball cap and I rantwenty yards and there was one of his Star Wars sneakers, I ran forty yards and by then the truck had runoff the road and the box had jackknifed in that field beyond the Ringers’ barn. People were coming outof their houses and I went on screaming his name, Missy, and at the fifty-yard line there was his jumper,it was turned inside-out, and on the seventy-yard line there was the other sneaker, and then there wasGage.Abruptly the world went dove gray. Everything passed out of his view. Dimly he could feel the corner ofthe stand which held the book digging into his palm, but that was all.“Louis?” Missy’s voice. Distant. The mystery sound of pigeons in his ears.“Louis?” Closer now. Alarmed.The world swam back into focus.“You all right?”He smiled. “Fine,” he said. “I’m okay, Missy.”She signed for herself and her husband—Mr. and Mrs. David Dandridge—in round Palmer-methodscript; to this she added their address—Rural Box 67, Old Bucksport Road—and then raised her eyes toLouis’s and quickly dropped them, as if hervery address on the road where Gage had died constituted a crime.file:///E|/Funny%20&%20Weird%20Shit/75%20-%20St...20Books/Stephen%20King%20-%20Pet%20Sematary.htm (189 of 333)7/28/2005 9:21:49 PM