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file:///E|/Funny%20&%20Weird%20Shit/75%20-%20Stephen%20King%20Books/Stephen%20King%20-%20Pet%20Sematary.htm“No, no, no-no-no—”It bucked beneath him. The hypo flew out of Louis’s hand and rolled a short way down the hail. Hegroped for another, brought it out, and jammed it straight down into the small of Gage’s back.It screamed beneath him, body straining and sunfishing, nearly throwing him off. Grunting, Louis gotthe third syringe and jammed this one home in Gage’s arm, depressing the plunger all the way. He gotoff then and began to back slowly down the hallway. Cage got slowly to his feet and began to staggertoward him. Five steps and the scalpel fell from its hand. It struck the floor blade first and stuck itself inthe wood, quivering. Ten steps and that strange yellow light in its eyes began to fade. A dozen and it fellto its knees.Now Cage looked up at him and for a moment Louis saw his son—his real son—his face unhappy andfilled with pain.“Daddy!” he cried, and then fell forward on his face.Louis stood there for a moment, then went to Gage, moving carefully, expecting some trick. But therewas no trick, no sudden leap with clawed hands. He slid his fingers expertly down Gage’s throat, foundthe pulse, and held it. He was then a doctor for the last time in his life, monitoring the pulse, monitoringuntil there was nothing, nothing inside, nothing outside.When it was gone at last, Louis got up and sauntered down the hail to a far corner. He crouched there,pulling himself into a ball, cramming himself into the corner, tighter and tighter. He found he couldmake himself smaller if he put a thumb in his mouth and so he did that.He remained that way for better than two hours. . . and then, little by little, a dark and oh-so-plausibleidea came to him. He pulled his thumb from his mouth. It made a small pop. Louis got himself(hey-ho let’s go)going again.In the room where Gage had hidden, he stripped the sheet from the bed and took it out into the hail. Hewrapped his wife’s body in it, gently, with love. He was humming but did not realizeit.He found gasoline in Jud’s garage. Five gallons of it in a red can next to the Lawnboy. More thanenough. He began in the kitchen where Jud still lay under the Thanksgiving tablecloth. He drenched that,then moved into the living room with the can still upended, spraying amber gas over the rug, the sofa,the magazine rack, the chairs, and so out into the downstairs hail and toward the back bedroom. Thefile:///E|/Funny%20&%20Weird%20Shit/75%20-%20St...20Books/Stephen%20King%20-%20Pet%20Sematary.htm (325 of 333)7/28/2005 9:21:50 PM