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file:///E|/Funny%20&%20Weird%20Shit/75%20-%20Stephen%20King%20Books/Stephen%20King%20-%20Pet%20Sematary.htmPut paid to it, Louis thought with immeasurable relief. Yes, but what about the things he said when hewas dying?, his mind tried to ask, and Louis shut it up fast.That evening, with Rachel ironing and Ellie and Gage sitting in the same chair, both of them engrossedwith “The Muppet Show,” Louis told Rachel casually that he believed he might go for a short walk—toget a little air.“Will you be back in time to help me put Gage to bed?” she asked without looking up from her ironing.“You know he goes better when you’re there.”“Sure,” he said.“Where you going, Daddy?” Ellie asked, not looking away from the TV. Kermit was about to bepunched in the eye by Miss Piggy.“Just out back, hon.”Louis went out.Fifteen minutes later he was in the Pet Sematary, looking around curiously and coping with a strongfeeling of déjà vu. That he had been here was beyond doubt: the little grave marker put up to honor thememory of Smucky the Cat was knocked over. He had done that when the vision of Pascow approached,near the end of what he could remember of the dream. Louis righted it absently and walked over to thedeadfall.He didn’t like it. The memory of all these weather-whitened branches and dead trees turning into a pileof bones still had the power to chill. He forced himself to reach out and touch one. Balancedprecariously on the jackstraw pile, it rolled and fell, bouncing down the side of the heap. Louis jumpedback a step before it could touch his shoe.He walked along the deadfall, first to the left, then to the right. On both sides the underbrush closed in sothickly as to be impenetrable. Nor was it the kind of brush you’d try to push your way through—not ifyou were smart, Louis thought. There were lush masses of poison ivy growing close to the ground (allhis life Louis had heard people boast that they were immune to the stuff, but he knew that almost no onereally was), and farther in were some of the biggest, most wicked-looking thorns he had ever seen.Louis strolled back to the rough center of the deadfall. He looked at it, hands stuck in the back pocketsof his jeans.You’re not going to try to climb that, are you?file:///E|/Funny%20&%20Weird%20Shit/75%20-%20Ste...%20Books/Stephen%20King%20-%20Pet%20Sematary.htm (72 of 333)7/28/2005 9:21:49 PM