Pet Sematary - Stephen King [84]
Come here, she said and tugged him gently toward her. Not by the hand. He knows if youve been sleeping, she sang softly; a little smile curved up the corners of her lips. He knows if youre awake oh my, Louis dear, whats this?
Something that just woke up, I think, Louis said, slipping off
his robe. Maybe we ought to see if we can get it to sleep before Santa comes, what do you think?
She rose on one elbow; he felt her breath, warm and sweet.
He knows if youve been bad or good so be good for goodness sake Have you been a good boy, Louis?
I think so, he said. His voice was not quite steady.
Lets see if you taste as good as you look, she said.
The sex was good, but Louis did not find himself simply slipping off afterward as he usually did when the sex was good-slipping off easy with himself, his wife, his life. He lay in the darkness of Christmas morning, listening to Rachels breathing slow and deep, and he thought about the dead bird on the doorstep- Churchs Christmas present to him.
Keep me in mind, Dr. Creed. I was alive and then I was dead and now Im alive again. Ive made the circuit and Im here to tell you that you come out the other side with your purr-box broken and a taste for the hunt, Im here to tell you that a man grows what he can and tends it. Dont forget that, Dr. Creed, Im part of what your heart will grow now, theres your wife and your daughter and your son and theres me. Remember the secret and tend your garden well.
At some point Louis slept.
31
Their winter passed. Ellies faith in Santa Claus was restored- temporarily at least-by the footprints in the hearth. Gage opened his presents splendidly, pausing every now and then to munch a particularly tasty-looking piece of wrapping paper. And that year, both kids had decided by midafternoon that the boxes were more fun than the toys.
The Crandalls came over on New Years Eve for Rachels eggnog, and Louis found himself mentally examining Norma. She had a pale and somehow transparent look that he had seen before. His grandmother would have said Norma was beginning to fail, and that was perhaps not such a bad word for it. All at once her hands, so swollen and misshapen by arthritis, seemed
covered with liver Spots. Her hair looked thinner. The Crandalls went home around ten, and the Creeds saw the New Year in together in front of the TV. It was the last time Norma was in their house.
Most of Louiss semester break was sloppy and rainy. In terms of heating costs, he was grateful for the thaw, but the weather was still depressing and dismal. He worked around the house, building bookshelves and cupboards for his wife, and a model Porsche in his study for himself. By the time classes resumed on January 23, Louis was happy to go back to the university.
The flu finally arrived-a fairly serious outbreak struck the campus less than a week after the spring semester had begun, and he had his hands full-he found himself working ten and sometimes twelve hours a day and going home utterly whipped
but not really unhappy.
The warm spell broke on January 29 with a roar. There was a blizzard followed by a week of numbing subzero weather. Louis was checking the mending broken arm of a young man who was hoping desperately-and fruitlessly, in Louiss opinion-that he would be able to play baseball that spring when one of the candy-stripers poked her head in and told him his wife was on the telephone.
Louis went into his office to take the call. Rachel was crying, and he was instantly alarmed. Ellie, he thought. Shes fallen off her sled and broken her arm. Or fractured her skull. He thought with alarm of the crazed fraternity boys and their toboggan.
It isnt one of the kids, is it? he asked. Rachel?
No, no, she said, crying harder. Not one of the kids. Its Norma, Lou. Norma Crandall. She died this morning. Around eight oclock, right after breakfast, Jud said. He came over to see if you were here and I told him youd left half an hour ago. He
oh Lou, he just seemed so lost and so dazed.. so old.
thank God Ellie was gone and Gage is too young to understand
Louiss