Pet Sematary - Stephen King [80]
Shit-Gage, Gage responded agreeably over his own cereal. Louis allowed the cereal on condition that Gage eat it with only a little sugar. And, as usual, Gage seemed to be shampooing with it rather than actually eating it.
Ellie dissolved into giggles.
Say farts, Gage, she said.
Farz-Gage, Gage said, grinning through the oatmeal spread across his face. Farz-n-shit.
Ellie and Louis broke up. It was impossible not to.
Rachel was not so amused. Thats enough vulgar talk for one morning, I think, she said, handing Louis his eggs.
Shit-n-farz-n-farz-n-shit, Gage sang cheerily, and Ellie hid her giggles in her hands. Rachels mouth twitched a little, and Louis thought she was looking a hundred percent better in spite of her broken rest. A lot of it was relief, Louis supposed. Gage was better and she was home.
Dont say that, Gage, Rachel said.
Pretty, Gage said as a change of pace and threw up all the cereal he had eaten into his bowl.
Oh, gross-OUT! Ellie screamed and fled the table.
Louis broke up completely then. He couldnt help it. He laughed until he was crying and cried until he was laughing again. Rachel and Gage stared at him as if he had gone crazy.
No, Louis could have told them. Ive been crazy, but I think Im going to be all right now. I really think I am.
He didnt know if it was over or not, but it felt over; perhaps that would be enough.
And for a while, at least, it was.
30
Gages virus hung on for a week, then cleared up. A week later he came down with a bout of bronchitis. Ellie also caught this and then Rachel; during the period before Christmas, the three of them went around hacking like very old and wheezy hunting dogs. Louis didnt catch it, and Rachel seemed to hold this against him.
The final week of classes at the university was a hectic one for Louis, Steve, Surrendra, and Charlton. There was no flu-at least not yet-but plenty of bronchitis and several cases of mononucleosis and walking pneumonia. Two days before classes broke for Christmas, six moaning, drunken fraternity boys were brought in by their concerned friends. There were a few moments of confusion gruesomely reminiscent of the Pascow affair. All six of the damned fools had crammed onto one medium-length toboggan (the sixth had actually been sitting on the shoulders of the tail man, from what Louis could piece together) and had set off to ride the toboggan down the hill above the steam plant. Hilarious. Except that after gaining a lot of speed, the toboggan had wandered off course and struck one of the Civil War cannons. The score was two broken arms, a broken wrist, a total of seven broken ribs, a concussion, plus contusions far too numerous to count. Only the boy riding on the shoulders of the tail-ender had escaped completely unscathed, When the toboggan hit the cannon, this fortunate soul flew over it and landed headfirst in a snowbank. Cleaning up the human wreckage hadnt been fun, and Louis had scored all of the boys liberally with his tongue as he stitched and bandaged and stared into pupils, but telling Rachel about it later, he had again laughed until he cried. Rachel had looked at him strangely, not understanding what was so funny, and Louis couldnt tell her that it had been a stupid accident, and people had been hurt, but they would all walk away from it. His laughter was partly relief, but it was partly triumph too-won one today, Louis.
The cases of bronchitis in his own family began to clear up around the time that Ellies school broke for the holidays on December 16, and the four of them settled down to spend a happy
and old-fashioned country Christmas. The house in North Ludlow, which had seemed so strange on that day in August when they pulled into the driveway (strange and even hostile, what with Effie cutting herself out back and Gage getting stung by a bee at almost the same time), had never seemed more like home.
After the kids were finally asleep on Christmas Eve, Louis and Rachel stole downstairs from the attic like thieves, their arms full of brightly colored boxes-a set of Matchbox