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file:///E|/Funny%20&%20Weird%20Shit/75%20-%20Stephen%20King%20Books/Stephen%20King%20-%20Pet%20Sematary.htmwith drying blood.But would that not be the same as murdering his son? Killing him a second time?A voice inside tried to argue that this was not so, but he would not listen. He shut the voice up briskly.“Irwin, I ought to go now. I want to make sure Rachel’s got what she needs and then get her to bed.”“All right. Goodbye, Louis. And once more—”If he says he’s sorry one more time, I’ll fucking scream.“Goodbye, Irwin,” he said and hung up the phone.Rachel was deep in a litter of clothes when he came upstairs. Blouses on the beds, bras hung over thebacks of chairs, slacks onhangers that had been hung over the doorknob. Shoes were lined up like soldiers under the window. Sheappeared to be packing slowly but competently. Louis could see it was going to take her at least threesuitcases (maybe four), but he could also see no sense in arguing with her about it. Instead he pitched inand helped.“Louis,” she said as they closed the last suitcase (he had to sit on it before Rachel could snap thecatches), “are you sure there’s nothing you want to tell me?”“For God’s sake, hon, what is this?”“I don’t know what it is,” she replied evenly. “That’s why I’m asking.”“What do you think I’m going to do? Creep off to a bordello? Join the circus? What?”“I don’t know. But this feels wrong. It feels as if you’re trying to get rid of us.”“Rachel, that’s ridiculous!” He said this with a vehemence that was partly exasperation. Even in suchstraits as these, he felt a certain pique in being seen through so easily.She smiled wanly. “You never were a very good liar, Lou.”He began to protest again, and she cut him off.“Ellie dreamed you were dead,” she said. “Last night. She woke up crying, and I went in to her. I sleptfile:///E|/Funny%20&%20Weird%20Shit/75%20-%20St...20Books/Stephen%20King%20-%20Pet%20Sematary.htm (239 of 333)7/28/2005 9:21:50 PM