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file:///E|/Funny%20&%20Weird%20Shit/75%20-%20Stephen%20King%20Books/Stephen%20King%20-%20Pet%20Sematary.htmHe handed the shovel to Louis, who took it in his free hand.“Jud, what the hell are you up to? We can’t bury him tonight.”“Yeah, we can. And we’re gonna.” Jud’s face was lost behind the glaring circle of the flashlight.“Jud, it’s dark. It’s late. And cold—”“Come on,” Jud said. “Let’s get it done.”Louis shook his head and tried to begin again, but the words came hard—the words of explanation andreason. They seemed so meaningless against the low shriek of the wind, the seedling bed of stars in theblack.“It can wait till tomorrow when we can see—”“Does she love the cat?”“Yes, but—”jud’s voice, soft and somehow logical: “And do you love her?”Of course I love her, she s my dau— “Then come on.”Louis went.Twice—maybe three times—on the walk up to the Pet Sematary that night Louis tried to talk to Jud, butJud didn’t answer. Louis gave up. That feeling of contentment, odd under the circumstances but a purefact, persisted. It seemed to come from everywhere. The steady ache in his muscles from carryingChurch in one hand and the shovel in the other was a part of it. The wind,deadly cold, numbing exposed skin, was a part of it; it wound steadily in the trees. Once they got into thewoods, there was no snow to speak of. The bobbing light of Jud’s flash was a part of it. He felt thepervasive, undeniable, magnetic presence of some secret. Some dark secret.The shadows fell away and there was a feeling of space. Snow shone pallidly.“Rest here,” Jud said, and Louis set the bag down. He wiped sweat off his forehead with his arm. Resthere? But they were here. He could see the markers in the moving, aimless sweep of Jud’s light as Judsat down in the thin snow and put his face between his arms.file:///E|/Funny%20&%20Weird%20Shit/75%20-%20Ste...%20Books/Stephen%20King%20-%20Pet%20Sematary.htm (96 of 333)7/28/2005 9:21:49 PM