Pet Sematary - Stephen King [7]
Id get him fixed, Crandall said, crushing his smoke between his thumb and forefinger. A fixed cat dont tend to wander as much. But if its all the time crossing back and forth, its luck will run out, and itll end up there with the Ryder kids coon and little Timmy Desslers cocker spaniel and Missus Bradleighs parakeet. Not that the parakeet got run over in the road, you understand. It just went feet up one day.
Ill take it under advisement, Louis said.
You do that, Crandall said and stood up. Hows that beer doing? I believe Ill go in for a slice of old Mr. Rat after all.
Beers gone, Louis said, also standing, and I ought to go, too. Big day tomorrow.
Starting in at the university?
Louis nodded. The kids dont come back for two weeks, but by then I ought to know what Im doing, dont you think?
Yeah, if you dont know where the pills are, I guess youll have trouble. Crandall offered his hand and Louis shook it, mindful again of the fact that old bones pained easily. Come on over any evening, he said. Want you to meet my Norma. Think shed enjoy you.
Ill do that, Louis said. Nice to meet you, Jud.
Same goes both ways. Youll settle in. May even stay awhile.
I hope we do.
Louis walked down the crazy-paved path to the shoulder of the road and had to pause while yet another-truck, this one followed by a line of five cars headed in the direction of Bucksport, passed by. Then, raising his hand in a short salute, he crossed the street (road, he reminded himself again) and let himself into his new house.
It was quiet with the sounds of sleep. Ellie appeared not to have moved at all, and Gage was still in his crib, sleeping in typical Gage fashion, spread-eagled on his back, a bottle within easy reach. Louis paused there looking in at his son,
his heart abruptly filling with a love for the boy so strong that it seemed almost dangerous. He supposed part of it was simply homesickness for all the familiar Chicago places and Chicago faces that were now gone, erased so efficiently by the miles that they might never have been at all. Theres a lot more moving around than there used to be used to be you picked a place out and stuck to it. There was some truth in that.
He went to his son, and because there was no one there to see him do it, not even Rachel, he kissed his fingers and then pressed them lightly and briefly to Gages cheek through the bars of the crib.
Gage clucked and turned over on his side.
Sleep well, baby, Louis said.
He undressed quietly and slipped into his half of the bed that was for now just two single mattresses pushed together on the floor. He felt the strain of the day beginning to pass. Rachel didnt stir. Unpacked boxes bulked ghostly in the mom.
Just before sleep, Louis hiked himself up on one elbow and looked out the window. Their room was at the front of the house, and he could look across the road at the Crandall place. It was too dark to see shapes-on a moonlit night it would not have been-but be could see the cigarette ember over there. Still up, he thought. Hell maybe be up for a long rime. The old sleep poorly. Perhaps they stand watch.
Against what?
Louis was thinking about that when he slipped into sleep. He dreamed he was in Disney World, driving a bright white van with a red cross on the side. Gage was beside him, and in the dream Gage was at least ten years old. Church was on the white vans dashboard, looking at Louis with his bright green eyes, and out on Main