Pet Sematary - Stephen King [85]
Jesus, he said. Was it her heart?
I dont know, she said. She was no longer crying, but her voice was choked and hoarse. Could you come, Louis? Youre his friend, and I think he needs you.
Youre his friend.
Well I am, Louis thought with a small touch of surprise. I never expected to have an eighty-year-old man for a buddy, but I guess I do. And then it occurred to him that they had better be friends, considering what was between them. And considering that, he supposed that Jud had known they were friends long before Louis had. Jud had stood by him on that one, and in spite of what had happened since, in spite of the mice, in spite of the birds, Louis felt that Juds decision had probably been the right one or, if not the right one, at least the compassionate one. He would do what he could for Jud now, and if it meant being best man at the death of his wife, he would be that.
On my way, he said and hung up.
32
It had not been a heart attack. It had been a cerebral accident, sudden and probably painless. When Louis called Steve Master-ton that afternoon and told him what was going on, Steve said that he wouldnt mind going out just that way.
Sometimes God dillies and dailies, Steve said, and sometimes He just points at you and tells you to hang up your jock.
Rachel did not want to talk about it at all and would not allow Louis to talk to her of it.
Ellie was not so much upset as she was surprised and interested-it was what Louis thought a thoroughly healthy six year-old reaction should be. She wanted to know if Mrs. Crandall had died with her eyes shut or open. Louis said he didnt know.
Jud took hold as well as could have been expected, considering the fact that the lady had been sharing bed and board with him for almost sixty years. Louis found the old man-and on this day he looked very much like an old man of eighty-three-sitting
alone at the kitchen table, smoking a Chesterfield, drinking a bottle of beer, and staring blankly into the living room.
He looked up when Louis came in and said, Well, shes gone, Louis. He said this in such a clear and matter-of-fact way that Louis thought it must not have really cleared through all the circuits yet-hadnt hit him yet where he lived. Then Juds mouth began to work and he covered his eyes with one arm. Louis went to him and put an arm around him. Jud gave in and wept. It had cleared the circuits, all right. Jud understood perfectly. His wife had died.
Thats good, Louis said. Thats good, Jud, she would want you to cry a little, I think. Probably be pissed off if you didnt. He had started to cry a little himself. Jud hugged him tightly, and Louis hugged him back.
Jud cried for ten minutes or so, and then the storm passed. Louis listened to the things Jud said then with great care-he listened as a doctor as well as a friend. He listened for any circularity in Juds conversation; he listened to see if Juds grasp of when was clear (no need to check him on where; that would prove nothing because for Jud Crandall the where had always been Ludlow, Maine); he listened most of all for any use of Normas name in the present tense. He found little or no sign that Jud was losing his grip. Louis was aware that it was not uncommon for two old married people to go almost hand-in-hand, a month, a week, even a day apart. The shock, he supposed, or maybe even some deep inner urge to catch up with the one gone (that was a thought he would not have had before Church; he found that many of his thoughts concerning the spiritual and the supernatural had undergone a quiet but nonetheless deep sea-change).