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file:///E|/Funny%20&%20Weird%20Shit/75%20-%20Stephen%20King%20Books/Stephen%20King%20-%20Pet%20Sematary.htmHe looked around. A woman dressed in slacks and a brown sweater stood hesitantly in the doorway, onehand clutched into a fist between her breasts. The mother of the ghosts, Louis thought.“No,” he said, and then: “Yes. Wet a cloth, please. Wring it out. Put it on her forehead.”She moved to do it. Louis looked down, Norma’s eyes were open again.“Louis, I fell down,” she whispered. “Think I fainted.”“You’ve had some sort of coronary event,” Louis said. “Doesn’t look too serious. Now relax and don’ttalk, Norma.”He rested for a moment and then took her pulse again. The beat was too fast. She was Morse-coding: herheart would beat regularly, then run briefly in a series of beats that was almost but not quite fibrillation,and then begin to beat regularly again. Beat-beat-beat, WHACK-WHACK-WHACK, beat-beat-beatbeat-beat.It was not good, but it was marginally better than cardiac arrhythmia.The woman came over with the cloth and put it on Norma’s forehead. She stepped away uncertainly. Judcame back in with Louis’s bag.“Louis?”“She’s going to be fine,” Louis said, looking at Jud but actually speaking to Norma. “MedCu coming?”“Your wife is calling them,” Jud said. “I didn’t stay around.”“No . . . hospital,” Norma whispered.“Yes, hospital,” Louis said. “Five days’ observation, medication, then home with your feet up, Normamy girl. And if you say anything else, I’ll make you eat all these apples. Cores and all.”She smiled wanly, then closed her eyes again.Louis opened his bag, rummaged, found the Isodil, and shook one of the pills, so tiny it easily wouldhave fit on the moon of one fingernail, into the palm of his hand. He recapped the bottle and pinched thepill between his fingers.“Norma, can you hear me?”“Yes.”file:///E|/Funny%20&%20Weird%20Shit/75%20-%20Ste...%20Books/Stephen%20King%20-%20Pet%20Sematary.htm (81 of 333)7/28/2005 9:21:49 PM