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file:///E|/Funny%20&%20Weird%20Shit/75%20-%20Stephen%20King%20Books/Stephen%20King%20-%20Pet%20Sematary.htmI know the way through.But there was only one way through, Louis thought. Either it let you through or it did not. Once before,he had tried to climb the deadfall by himself and hadn’t been able to. This time he mounted it quicklyand surely, as he had on the night Jud had shown him the way.Up and up, not looking down, his son’s body in its canvas shroud cradled in his arms. Up until the windfunneled secret passages and chambers through his hair again, flipping it, parting it widdershins.He stood on the top for a moment and then descended quickly, as if going down a set of stairs. The pickand shovel rattled and clinked dully against his back. In no more than a minute, he was standing on thespringy, needle-covered ground of the path again, the deadfall bulking behind him, higher than thegraveyard fence had been.He moved up the path with his son, listening to the wind moan in the trees. The sound held no terror forhim now. The night’s work was almost done.54Rachel Creed passed the sign reading EXIT 8 KEEP RIGHT FOR PORTLAND WESTBROOK, put onher blinker, and guided the Avis Chevette toward the exit ramp. She could see a green Holiday Inn signclearly against the night sky. A bed, sleep. An end to this constant, racking, sourceless tension. Also anend—for a little while, at least—to her grieving emptiness for the child who was no longer there. Thisgrief, she had discovered, was like a massive tooth extraction. There was numbness at first, but eventhrough the numbness you felt pain curled up like a cat swishing its tail, pain waiting to happen. Andwhen the novocaine wore off, oh boy, you sure weren’t disappointed.He told her that he was sent to warn. . . but that he couldn’tinterfere. He told her he was near Daddy because they were together when his soul was discorporated.Jud knows, but he won’t tell. Something is going on. Something. But what?Suicide? Is it suicide? Not Louis; I can’t believe that. But he was lying about something. It was in hiseyes. . . oh shit, it was all over his face, almost as if he wanted me to see the liefile:///E|/Funny%20&%20Weird%20Shit/75%20-%20St...20Books/Stephen%20King%20-%20Pet%20Sematary.htm (290 of 333)7/28/2005 9:21:50 PM