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file:///E|/Funny%20&%20Weird%20Shit/75%20-%20Stephen%20King%20Books/Stephen%20King%20-%20Pet%20Sematary.htminference would be too clear to miss.He crossed the street rapidly, heels clicking. There was his Civic, only fifty yards down the street. ToLouis, it looked like five miles. Sweating, he walked toward it, alert for the sound of an approaching carengine, footfalls other ‘than his own, perhaps the rasp of a window going up.He got to his Honda, leaned the pick and shovel against the side, and fumbled for his keys. They weren’tthere, not in either pocket. Fresh sweat began to break on his face. His heart beganto run again, and his teeth were clenched together against the panic that wanted to leap free.He had lost them, most likely when he had dropped from the tree limb, hit the grave marker with hisknee, and rolled over. His keys were lying somewhere in the grass, and if he had had trouble finding hisflashlight, how could he hope to recover his keys? It was over. One piece of bad luck and it was over.Now wait, wait just a goddam minute. Go through your pockets again. Your change is there—and ifyour change didn’t fall out, your keys didn’t fall out either.This time he went through his pockets more slowly, removing the change, even turning the pocketsthemselves inside out.No keys.Louis leaned against the car, wondering what to do next. He would have to climb back in, he supposed.Leave his son where he was, take the flashlight, climb back in, and spend the rest of the night in afruitless hunt for— Light suddenly broke in his tired mind.He bent down and stared into the Civic. There were his keys dangling from the ignition switch.A soft grunt escaped him, and then he ran around to the driver’s side, snatched the door open, and tookthe keys out. In his mind he suddenly heard the authoritative voice of that grim father figure KarlMalden, he of the potato nose and the archaic snap-brim hat: Lock your car. Take your keys. Don’t helpa good boy go bad.He went around to the rear of the Civic and opened the hatchback. He put in the pick, shovel, andflashlight, then slammed it. He had gotten twenty or thirty feet down the sidewalk when he rememberedhis keys. This time he had left them dangling from the hatchback lock.Stupid! he railed at himself. If you’re going to be so goddam stupid, you better forget the whole thing!He went back and got his keys.file:///E|/Funny%20&%20Weird%20Shit/75%20-%20St...20Books/Stephen%20King%20-%20Pet%20Sematary.htm (282 of 333)7/28/2005 9:21:50 PM