A promise made twenty-eight years ago calls seven adults to reunite in Derry, Maine, where as teenagers they battled an evil creature that preyed on the city’s children. Unsure that their Losers Club had vanquished the creature all those years ago, the seven had vowed to return to Derry if IT should ever reappear. Now, children are being murdered again and their repressed memories of that summer return as they prepare to do battle with the monster lurking in Derry’s sewers once more.
Авторы: King Stephen Edwin
puke. It wasn’t your fault this time, or last time, or the time before, or any of the times. Don’t you know most of your friends thought that sooner or later he’d put you in a body cast, or maybe even kill you?’
Beverly was looking at her wide-eyed.
‘And that would have been your fault, at least to a degree, for staying there and letting it happen. But now you’re gone. Thank God for small favors. But don’t you sit there with half of your fingernails ripped off and your foot cut open and belt –marks on your shoulders and tell me it was your fault.’
‘He didn’t use his belt on me,’ Bev said. The lie was automatic . . . and so was the deep shame which brought a miserable flush to her cheeks.
‘If you’re done with Tom, you ought to be done with the lies as well,’ Kay said quietly, and she looked at Bev so long and so lovingly that Bev had to drop her eyes. She could taste salt tears in the back of her throat. ‘Who did you think you were fooling?’ Kay asked, still speaking quietly. She reached across the table and took Ben’s hands. ‘The dark glasses, the blouses with high necks and long sleeves . . . maybe you fooled a buyer or two. But you can’t fool your friends, Bev. Not the people who love you.’
And then Beverly did cry, long and hard, and Kay held her, and later, just before going to bed, she told Kay what she could: That an old friend from Derry, Maine, where she had grown up, had called, and had reminded her of a promise she had made long ago. The time to fulfill the promise had arrived, he said. Would she come? She said she would. Then the trouble with Tom had started.
‘What was this promise?’ Kay asked.
Beverly shook her head slowly. ‘I can’t tell you that, Kay. Much as I’d like to.
Kay chewed on this and then nodded. ‘All right. Fair enough. What are you going to do about Tom when you get back from Maine?’
And Bev, who had begun to feel more and more that she wouldn’t be coming back from Derry, ever, said only: ‘I’ll come to you first, and we’ll decide together. Okay?’
‘Very much okay,’ Kay said. ‘Is that a promise, too?’
‘As soon as I’m back,’ Bev said steadily, ‘you can count on it.’ And she hugged Kay hard.
With Kay’s check cashed and Kay’s shoes on her feet, she had taken a Greyhound north to Milwaukee, afraid that Tom might have gone out to O’Hare to look for her. Kay, who had gone with her to the bank and the bus depot, tried to talk her out of it.
