Pet Sematary - Stephen King [4]
No, actually I dont. Crandall lit a cigarette-pop! went the match, flaring brightly in the first early evening shadows.
My dad built that house across the way. Brought his wife there, and she was taken with child there, and that child was me, born in the very year 1900.
That makes you-
Eighty-three, Crandall said, and Louis was mildly relieved that he didnt add years young, a phrase he cordially detested.
You look a lot younger than that.
Crandall shrugged. Anyway, Ive always lived there. I joined up when we fought the Great War, but the closest I got to Europe was Bayonne, New Jersey. Nasty place. Even in 1917 it was a nasty place. I was just as glad to come back here. Got married to my Norma, put in my time on the railroad, and here we still are. But Ive seen a lot of life right here in Ludlow. I sure have.
The moving men stopped by the shed entrance, holding the box spring that went under the big double bed he and Rachel shared. Where do you want this, Mr. Creed?
Upstairs just a minute, Ill show you. He started toward them, then paused for a moment and glanced back at Crandall.
You go on, Crandall said, smiling. Ill see how y folksre makin out. Send em back over and get out of your way. But movin ins mighty thirsty work. I usually sit out on my porch about nine and have a couple of beers. In warm Weather I like to watch the night come on. Sometimes Norma Joins me. You come over, if youre a mind.
Well, maybe I will, Louis said, not intending to at all. The next thing would be an informal (and free) diagnosis of Normas arthritis on the porch. He liked Crandall, liked his Crooked grin, his offhand way of talking, his Yankee accent, which was not hard-edged at all but so soft it was almost a drawl. A good man, Louis thought, but doctors became leery of people fast. It was unfortunate, but sooner or later even your best friends wanted medical advice. And with old people there was no end to it. But dont look for me, or stay up-weve had a hell of a day.
Just so long as you know you dont need no engraved invitation, Crandall said-and there was something in the mans crooked grin that made Louis feel that Crandall knew exactly what Louis was thinking.
He watched the old guy for a moment before joining the movers. Crandall walked straight and easily, like a man of sixty instead of over eighty. Louis felt that first faint tug of affection.
5
By nine oclock the movers were gone. Ellie and Gage, both exhausted, were sleeping in their new rooms, Gage in his crib, Ellie on a mattress on the floor surrounded by a foothill of boxes-her billions of Crayolas, whole, broken, and blunted; her Sesame Street posters; her picture books; her clothes; heaven knew what else. And of course Church was with her, also sleeping and growling rustily in the back of his throat. That rusty growl seemed the closest the big torn could come to purring.
Rachel had prowled the house restlessly with Gage in her arms earlier, second-guessing the places where Louis had told. the movers to leave things, getting them to rearrange, change, or restack. Louis had not lost their check; it was still in his breast pocket, along with the five ten-dollar bills he had put aside for a tip. When the van was finally emptied, he handed both the check and the cash over, nodded at their thanks, signed the bill of receipt, and stood on the porch, watching them head back to their big truck. He supposed they would
probably stop over in Bangor and have a few beers to lay the dust. A couple of beers would go down well right now. That made him think of Jud Crandall again.
He and Rachel sat at the kitchen table, and he saw the circles under her eyes. You, he said, go to bed.
Doctors orders? she asked, smiling a little.
Yeah.
Okay, she said, standing. Im beat. And Gage is apt to be up in the night. You coming?
He hesitated. I dont think so, just yet. That old fella across the street-
Road. You call it a road, out in the country. Or if youre Judson Crandall, I guess you call it a rud.
Okay, across the rud. He invited me over for