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file:///E|/Funny%20&%20Weird%20Shit/75%20-%20Stephen%20King%20Books/Stephen%20King%20-%20Pet%20Sematary.htmthere on the carpet with people passing around her (or looking down at her with that mildly sympatheticbut disconnected glance of people who are in transit and cannot be bothered) until Rachel picked her upin her arms.“Ellie, what’s wrong with you?” Rachel asked.But Ellie would not answer. They moved across the lobby toward the luggage carousels, and Rachel sawher mother and father waiting there for them. She waved at them with her free hand, and they came over.“They told us not to go to the gate and wait for you,” Dory said, “so we thought. . . Rachel? How’sEileen?”“Not good.”"Is there a ladies’ room, Mommy? I’m going to throw up.”“Oh, God,” Rachel said despairingly and took her by the hand. There was a ladies’ room across thelobby, and she led Ellie toward it quickly.“Rachel, shall I corner’ Dory called.“No, get the luggage, you know what it looks like. We’re okay.”Mercifully the ladies’ room was deserted. Rachel led Ellie to one of the stalls, fumbling in her purse fora dime, and then she saw—thank God—that the locks on three of them were broken. Over one brokenlock, someone had written in grease pencil:SIR JOHN CRAPPER WAS A SEXIST PIG!Rachel pulled the door open quickly; Ellie was now moaning and holding her stomach. She retchedtwice, but there was no vomiting; they were the dry heaves of total nervous exhaustion.When Ellie told her she felt a little better, Rachel took her over to the basins and washed her daughter’sface. Ellie was wretchedly white, and there were circles under her eyes.“Ellie, what is wrong? Can’t you tell me?”“I don’t know what’s wrong,” she said. “But I knew something was wrong ever since Daddy told meabout the trip. Because something was wrong with him.”Louis, what are you hiding? You were hiding something. I could see it; even Ellie could see it.file:///E|/Funny%20&%20Weird%20Shit/75%20-%20St...20Books/Stephen%20King%20-%20Pet%20Sematary.htm (252 of 333)7/28/2005 9:21:50 PM