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file:///E|/Funny%20&%20Weird%20Shit/75%20-%20Stephen%20King%20Books/Stephen%20King%20-%20Pet%20Sematary.htm“A word of advice, 0 Great Boss,” Steve said. “I don’t know what dese guys were like out in Chicago,but around here they’ll stoop to just about anything, from all-expenses-paid hunting junkets into theAllagash in November to free bowling at Family Fun Lanes in Bangor. I had one guy try to give me oneof those inflatable Judy dolls. Me! And I’m only a P.A.! If they can’t sell you drugs, they’ll drive you tothem.”“Should have taken the Judy doll.”“Nah, she was a redhead. Not my type.”“Well, I agree with Surrendra,” Louis said. “Just as long as it’s not like yesterday.”18When the rep from Upjohn didn’t turn up promptly at ten, Louis gave in and called the registrar’s office.He spoke with a Mrs. Stapleton, who said she would send over a copy of Victor Pascow’s recordsimmediately. When Louis hung up, the Upjohn guy was there. He didn’t try to give Louis anything, onlyasked him if he had any interest in buying a season ticket to the New England Patriots’ games at adiscount.“Nope,” Louis said.“I didn’t think you would,” the Upjohn guy said glumly and left.At noon Louis walked up to the Bear’s Den and got a tuna fishsandwich and a Coke. He brought them back to his office and ate lunch while going over Pascow’srecords. He was looking for some connection with himself or with North Ludlow, where the PetSematary was . . . a vague belief, he supposed, that there must be some sort of rational explanation evenfor such a weird occurrence as this. Maybe the guy had grown up in Ludlow— had, maybe, even burieda dog or a cat up there.He didn’t find the connection he was looking for. Pascow was from Bergenfield, New Jersey, and hadcome to UMO to study electrical engineering. In those few typed sheets, Louis could see no possibleconnection between himself and the young man who had died in the reception room—other than themortal one, of course.He sucked the last Coke out of his cup, listening to the straw crackle in the bottom, and then tossed allhis trash into the wastebasket. Lunch had been light, but he had eaten it with good appetite. Nothingmuch wrong with the way he felt, really. Not now. There had been no recurrence of the shakes, and noweven that morning’s horror began to seem more like a nasty, pointless surprise, dreamlike itself, of noconsequence.file:///E|/Funny%20&%20Weird%20Shit/75%20-%20Ste...%20Books/Stephen%20King%20-%20Pet%20Sematary.htm (69 of 333)7/28/2005 9:21:49 PM