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file:///E|/Funny%20&%20Weird%20Shit/75%20-%20Stephen%20King%20Books/Stephen%20King%20-%20Pet%20Sematary.htmdooryard.Unaware of these other happenings, like slow-moving projectiles aimed not at where he was, but ratherin the best ballistics tradition at the place where he would be, Louis sat and watched the HoJo colortelevision set. He had never seen any of these programs before, but he had heard vague rumors of them:a black family, a white family, a little kid who was smarter than the rich grown-ups he lived with, awoman who was single, a woman who was married, a woman who was divorced. He watched it all,sitting in the HoJo chair and glancing out every now and then at the blowy night.When the eleven o’clock news came on, he turned the television set off and went out to do what he haddecided to do perhaps at the very moment he had seen Gage’s baseball cap lying in the road, full ofblood. The coldness was on him again, stronger than ever, but there was something beneath it—anember of eagerness, or passion, or perhaps lust. No matter. It warmed him against the cold and kept himtogether in the wind. As he started the Honda’s engine, he thought that perhaps Jud was right about thegrowing power of that place, for surely he felt it around him now, leading (or pushing) him on, and hewondered:Could I stop? Could I stop even if I wanted to?“You want to what?” Dory asked again. “Rachel . . . you’re upset. . . a night’s sleep. .48Rachel only shook her head. She could not explain to her mother why she had to go back. The feelinghad risen in her the way a wind rises—an early stirring of the grasses, hardly noticed; then the air beginsto move faster and harder, and there is no calm left; then the gusts become hard enough to make eeriescreaming noises around the eaves; then they are shaking the house and you realize that this issomething like a hurricane and if the wind gets much higher, things are going to fall down.It was six o’clock in Chicago. In Bangor, Louis was just sitting down to his big, tasteless meal. Racheland Ellie ‘had done no more than pick at their dinners. Rachel kept raising her eyes from her plate tofind her daughter’s dark glance upon her, asking her what she was going to do about whatever troubleDaddy was in, asking her what she was going to do.She waited for the telephone to ring, for Jud to call and tell her that Louis had come home, and once itdid ring—she jumped, and Ellie almost spilled her glass of milk—but it was only a lady from Dory’sbridge club, wanting to know if she had gotten home all right.file:///E|/Funny%20&%20Weird%20Shit/75%20-%20St...20Books/Stephen%20King%20-%20Pet%20Sematary.htm (261 of 333)7/28/2005 9:21:50 PM