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file:///E|/Funny%20&%20Weird%20Shit/75%20-%20Stephen%20King%20Books/Stephen%20King%20-%20Pet%20Sematary.htmthe-box in a skullcap; and then, instinctively, he looked around at where Rachel had been, by the bookon the stand—the afternoon shift was hers by default—but Rachel was gone.The afternoon viewing had been less crowded, and after half an hour or so, Louis had gone down to thefront row of seats and sat there on the aisle, aware of very little (only peripherally aware of the cloyingstink of the flowers) except the fact that he was very tired and sleepy. It was only partly the beer, hesupposed. His mind was finally ready to shut down. Probably a good thing. Perhaps, after twelve orsixteen hours of sleep, he would be able to comfort Rachel a little.After a while his head had sunk until he was looking at his hands, loosely linked between his knees. Thehum of voices near the back was soothing. He had been relieved to see that Irwin and Dory weren’t herewhen the four of them returned from lunch, but he should have known their continued absence was toogood to be true.“Where’s Rachel?” Louis asked now.“With her mother. Where she should be.” Goldman spoke with the studied triumph of a man who hasclosed a big deal. There was Scotch on his breath. A lot of it. He stood before Louis like a banty littledistrict attorney before a man in the bar of justice, a man who is patently guilty. He was unsteady on hisfeet.“What did you say to her?” Louis said, feeling the beginnings of alarm now. He knew Goldman had saidsomething. It was in the man’s face.“Nothing but the truth. I told her this is what it gets you, marrying against your parents’ wishes. I told her—”“Did you say that?” Louis asked incredulously. “You didn’t really say that, did you?”“That and more,” Irwin Goldman said, “I always knew it would come to this—this or something like it. Iknew what kind of a man you were the first time I saw you.” He leaned forward, exhaling Scotch fumes.“I saw through you, you prancing little fraud of a doctor. You enticed my daughter into a stupid, fecklessmarriage and then you turned her into a scullery maid and then you let her son be run down in thehighway like a . . . a chipmunk.”Most of this went over Louis’s head. He was still groping with the idea that this stupid little man couldhave— “You said that to her?” he repeated. “You said it?” “I hope you rot in hell!” Goldman said, andheads turned sharply toward the sound of his voice. Tears began to squeeze out of Irwin Goldman’sbloodshot brown eyes. His bald head glowed under the muted fluorescent lights. “You made mywonderful daughter into a scullery maid . . . destroyed her futuretook her away. . . and let my grandson die a dirty death in a country road.”file:///E|/Funny%20&%20Weird%20Shit/75%20-%20St...20Books/Stephen%20King%20-%20Pet%20Sematary.htm (194 of 333)7/28/2005 9:21:49 PM
file:///E|/Funny%20&%20Weird%20Shit/75%20-%20Stephen%20King%20Books/Stephen%20King%20-%20Pet%20Sematary.htmHis voice rose to a hectoring scream.“Where were you? Sitting on your ass while he was playing in the road? Thinking about your stupidmedical articles? What were you doing, you shit? You stinking shit! Killer of children!There they were. There they were at the front of the East Room. There they were, and Louis saw his armgo out. He saw the sleeve of his suit coat pull back from the cuff of his white shirt. He saw the mellowgleam of one cufflink. Rachel had given him the set for their third wedding anniversary, never knowingthat her husband would someday wear these cufflinks to the funeral ceremonies of their then-unbornson. His fist was just something tied to the end of his arm. It connected with Goldman’smouth. He felt the old man’s lips squash and splay back. It was a sickening feeling, really—squashing aslug with your fist might feel something like that. There was no satisfaction in it. Beneath the flesh of hisfather-in-law’s lips he could feel the stern, unyielding regularity of his dentures.Goldman went stumbling backward. His arm came down against Gage’s coffin, knocking it aslant. Oneof the vases, top-heavy with flowers, fell over with a crash. Someone screamed.It was Rachel, struggling with her mother, who was trying to hold her back. The people who were there—ten or fifteen in all— seemed frozen between fright and embarrassment. Steve had taken Jud back toLudlow, and Louis was dimly grateful for that. This was not a scene he would have wished Jud towitness. It was unseemly.“Don’t hurt him!” Rachel screamed. “Louis, don’t hurt my father!”“You like to hit old men, do you?” Irwin Goldman of the overflowing checkbook cried out shrilly. Hewas grinning through a mouthful of blood. “You like to hit old men? I am not surprised, you stinkingbastard. That does not surprise me at all.”Louis turned toward him, and Goldman struck him in the neck. It was a clumsy, side-handed, choppingblow, but Louis was unprepared for it. A paralyzing pain that would make it hard for him to swallow forthe next two hours exploded in his throat. His head rocked back, and he fell to one knee in the aisle.First the flowers, now me, he thought. What is it the Ramones say? Hey-ho, let’s go! He thought hewanted to laugh, but there was no laugh in him. What came out of his hurt throat was a little groan.Rachel screamed again.Irwin Goldman, his mouth dripping blood, marched over to where his son-in-law kneeled and kickedLouis smartly in the kidneys. The pain was a bright flare of agony. He put his hands down on the rugrunner to keep from going flop on his belly.file:///E|/Funny%20&%20Weird%20Shit/75%20-%20St...20Books/Stephen%20King%20-%20Pet%20Sematary.htm (195 of 333)7/28/2005 9:21:49 PM
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