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file:///E|/Funny%20&%20Weird%20Shit/75%20-%20Stephen%20King%20Books/Stephen%20King%20-%20Pet%20Sematary.htmsee it and put a stop to it. . . because part of him was scared so scared.Scared? Louis is never scared!Suddenly she jerked the Chevette’s steering wheel hard over to the left, and the ear responded with theabrupt suddenness that small cars have, the tires wailing. For a moment she thought it was going to turnover. But it didn’t, and she was moving north again, exit 8 with its comforting Holiday Inn sign slippingbehind her. A new sign came in view, reflective paint twinkling eerily.NEXT EXIT ROUTE 12 CUMBERLAND CUMBEBLAND CENTER JERUSALEM’S LOTFALMOUTH FALMOUTH FORESIDE. Jerusalem’s Lot, she thought randomly, what an odd name.Not a pleasant name, for some reason. . . Come and sleep in Jerusalem.But there would be no sleep for her tonight; Jud’s advice notwithstanding, she now meant to drivestraight through. Jud knew what was wrong and had promised her he would put a stop to it, but the manwas eighty-some years old and had lost his wife only three months before. She would not put her trust inJud. She should never have allowed Louis to bulldoze her out of the house the way he had, but she hadbeen weakened by Gage’s death. Ellie with her Polaroid picture of Gage and her pinched face—it hadbeen the face of a child who has survived a tornado or a sudden dive-bombing from a clear blue sky.There had been times in the dark watches of the night when she had longed to hate Louis for the grief hehad fathered inside her, and for not giving her the comfort she needed (or allowing her to give thecomfort she needed to give), but she could not. She loved him too much still, and his face had been sopale. . . so watchful.The Chevette’s speedometer needle hung poised just a bit to the right of sixty miles an hour. A mile aminute. Two hours and a quarter to Ludlow maybe. Maybe she could still beat the sunrise.She fumbled with the radio, turned it on, found a rock-and-rollstation out of Portland. She turned up the volume and sang along, trying to keep herself awake. Thestation began to fade in and out half an hour later, and she retuned to an Augusta station, rolled thewindow down, and let the restless night air blow in on her.She wondered if this night would ever end.file:///E|/Funny%20&%20Weird%20Shit/75%20-%20St...20Books/Stephen%20King%20-%20Pet%20Sematary.htm (291 of 333)7/28/2005 9:21:50 PM