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file:///E|/Funny%20&%20Weird%20Shit/75%20-%20Stephen%20King%20Books/Stephen%20King%20-%20Pet%20Sematary.htmShe turned the key. The Chevette’s engine roared into life. The truck driver slammed the hood down andcame around to her window, wiping his hands on a big blue handkerchief. He had a pleasant, ruddy face.A Dysart’s Truck-Stop cap was tilted back on his head.“Thank you so much,” Rachel said, on the verge of tears. “I just didn’t know what I was going to do.”“Aw, a kid could have fixed that,” the trucker said. “But it was funny. Never seen something like that gowrong on such a new car, anyway.”“Why? What was it?”“One of your battery cables come right off. Wasn’t nobody frigging with it, was there?”“No,” Rachel said, and she thought again of that feeling she’d had, that feeling of running into therubber band of the world’s biggest slingshot.“Must have jogged her loose just ridin along, I guess. But you won’t have no more trouble with yourcables anyway. I tightened em up real good.”“Could I give you some money?” Rachel asked timidly.The trucker roared with laughter. “Not me, lady,” he said. “Us guys are the knights of the road,remember?”She smiled. “Well. . . thank you.”“More’n welcome.” He gave her a good grin, incongruously full of sunshine at this hour of the morning.Rachel smiled back and drove carefully across the parking lot to the feeder road. She glanced both waysfor traffic and five minutes later was back on the turnpike again, headed north. The coffee had helpedmore than she would have believed. She felt totally awake now, not the slightest bit dozy, her eyes asbig asdoorknobs, That feather of unease touched her again, that absurd feeling that she was being manipulated.The battery cable coming off the terminal post like that.So she could be held up just long enough for.She laughed nervously. Long enough for what?For something irrevocable to happen.file:///E|/Funny%20&%20Weird%20Shit/75%20-%20St...20Books/Stephen%20King%20-%20Pet%20Sematary.htm (309 of 333)7/28/2005 9:21:50 PM