Pet Sematary - Stephen King [134]
She went to the telephone and called the motel where her parents were staying before Louis could reply.
The Goldmans were overjoyed at Rachels proposal. They were not so wild about the idea of Louis joining them in three or four days, but in the end they wouldnt have to worry about it all, of course. Louis had not the slightest intention of going to Chicago. He had suspected that if there was to be a snag, it would be getting air reservations this late. But luck was with him there too. There were still available seats on Deltas Bangor to Cincinnati run, and a quick check showed two cancellations on a Cincinnati to Chicago flight. It meant that Rachel and Ellie would be able to travel with the Goldmans only as far as Cincinnati, but they would get to Chicago less than an hour after.
Its almost like magic, Louis thought, hanging up the telephone, and Juds voice responded promptly, Its been full of power before, and Im ascared.
Oh, get fucked, he told Juds voice rudely. Ive learned to accept a great many strange things in the last ten months, my good
old friend. But am I ready to believe that a haunted patch of ground can influence airline ticketing? I dont think so.
Ill have to pack, Rachel said. She was looking at the flight information Louis had jotted down on the pad by the phone.
Take just the one big suitcase, Louis said.
She looked at, him wide-eyed, mildly startled. For both of us? Louis, youre joking.
All right, take a couple of tote bags too. But dont exhaust yourself packing a different outfit for the next three weeks, he said, thinking, Especially since you may be back in Ludlow very soon. Take enough for a week, ten days. Youve got the checkbook and the credit cards. Buy what you need.
But we cant afford- she began doubtfully. She seemed doubtful about everything now, malleable, easily confused. He remembered her odd, dangling comment about the Winnebago he had once spoken idly about buying.
We have the money, he said.
Well I suppose we could use Gages college fund if we needed to, although it would take a day or two to process the savings account and a week to get the treasury bills cashed-
Her face began to crumple and dissolve again. Louis held her. Shes right. It just keeps right on hitting you, it never lets up. Rachel, dont, he said. Dont cry.
But of course she did-she had to.
While she was upstairs packing, the phone rang. Louis sprang for it, thinking it would be someone from Delta ticketing, saying a mistake had been made, no flights were available. I should have known everything was going too smoothly.
But it wasnt Delta ticketing. It was Irwin Goldman.
Ill get Rachel, Louis said.
No. For a moment there was nothing else, only silence. Hes probably sitting there and trying to decide which name to call you first.
When Goldman spoke again, his voice was strained. He seemed to be pushing the words out against some great inner resistance. Its you I want to talk to. Dory wanted me to call and apologize for my for my behavior. I guess Louis, I guess I wanted to apologize too.
Why, Irwin! How big of you! My God, I think I just wet my pants!
You dont need to apologize, Louis said. His voice was dry and mechanical.
What I did was inexcusable, Goldman said. Now he did not just seem to be pushing the words out; he seemed to be coughing them out. You suggesting that Rachel and Eileen come out has made me see what a big man you have been about this and how small I have been.
There was something very familiar in this rap, something eerily familiar. Then he got it, and his mouth suddenly pulled together in a tight pucker, as if he had bitten straight through a plump yellow lemon. Rachels way-she was completely unaware of it, Louis was sure-of saying contritely, Louis, Im sorry I was such a bitch, after her bitchiness had gotten her her own way about something she really wanted. Here was that voice-robbed of Rachels liveliness and merriness, true-but that same voice saying, Im sorry