Pet Sematary

going too fast that doesn’t let me-us-off the hook. I didn’t know there could ever be hurt like this, and that’s the truth. It comes, over and over it comes, and it hurts so much, Louis, there’s no rest from it even when I go to sleep, when I go to sleep I dream it, over and over again, I see him running to the road… and I scream to him…
. “ “Shhh,” he said. “Rachel, shhhh.”
She lifted her puffy face to him. “It wasn’t even as if he were being bad, Louis. It was just a game to him… the truck came at the wrong time… and Missy Dandridge called while I was still crying… and said she read in the Ellsworth American that the driver tried to kill himself.”
“What?”
“He tried to hang himself in his garage. He’s in shock and deep depression, the paper said… “ “Too fucking bad he didn’t make good on it,” Louis said savagely, but his voice sounded distant to his own ears, and he felt a chill spreading through. The place has a power, Louis… it’s been full of power before, and I’m ascared it’s coming round to full again. “My boy’s dead and he’s out on a thousand dollars’ bail and he’ll go on feeling depressed and suicidal until some judge takes away his license for ninety days and gives him a slap-on-the-wrist fine.”
“Missy says his wife has taken the kids and left him,” Rachel said dully. “She didn’t get that from the paper, but from somebody who knows somebody down Ellsworth way. He wasn’t drunk. He wasn’t on drugs. He didn’t have any previous speeding violations. He said that when he got to Ludlow, he just felt like putting the pedal to the metal. He said he didn’t even know why. So around and around it goes.”
He just felt like putting the pedal to the metal.
The place has a power.
Louis thrust these thoughts away. He gripped his wife’s forearm gently. “Call your mother and father. Do it now. There’s no need for you and Ellie to be in this house another day. Not another day.”
“Not without you,” she said. “Louis, I want us… I need us to stick together.”
“I’ll follow you in three days-four at the most.” If things went well, Rachel and Ellie might be back here in forty-eight hours. “I’ve got to find someone to fill in for me, on a part-time basis, at least, at the university. I’ve got sick time and vacation time coming, but I don’t want to leave Surrendra on the hot seat. Jud can watch the house while we’re gone, but I’ll want to cut off the electricity and store what we’ve got in the Dandridges’ deep freeze,”
“Effie’s school… “ “The hell with it. It’s out in three weeks, anyway. They’ll understand, the circumstances being what they are. They’ll arrange an early dismissal. It’ll all work just-”
“Louis?”
He broke off. “What?”
“What are you hiding?”
“Hiding?” He looked at her openly, clearly. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Don’t you?”
“No. I don’t.”
“Never mind. I’ll call them right now… if that’s what you really want.”
“It is,” he said, and the words seemed to echo in his mind with an iron clang.
“It might even be best… for Ellie.” She looked at him with her red-rimmed eyes, still slightly glazed from Valium. “You look feverish, Louis. As if you might be coming down with something.”
She went to the telephone and called the motel where her parents were staying before Louis could reply.
The Goldmans were overjoyed at Rachel’s proposal. They were not so wild about the idea of Louis joining them in three or four days, but in the end they wouldn’t have to worry about it all, of course. Louis had not the slightest intention of going to Chicago. He had suspected that if there was to be a snag, it would be getting air reservations this late. But luck was with him there too.
There were still available seats on Delta’s Bangor to Cincinnati run, and a quick check showed two cancellations on a Cincinnati to Chicago flight. It meant that Rachel and Ellie would be able to travel with the Goldmans only as far as Cincinnati, but they would get to Chicago less than an hour after.
It’s almost like magic, Louis thought, hanging up the telephone, and Jud’s voice responded promptly, It’s been full of power before, and I’m ascared.
Oh, get fucked, he told Jud’s voice rudely. I’ve learned to accept a great many strange things in the last ten months, my good old friend. But am I ready to believe that a haunted patch of ground can influence airline ticketing? I don’t think so.
“I’ll have to pack,” Rachel said. She was looking at the flight information Louis had jotted down on the pad by the phone.
“Take just the one big suitcase,” Louis said.
She looked at, him wide-eyed, mildly startled. “For both of us? Louis, you’re joking.”
“All right, take a couple of tote bags too. But don’t exhaust yourself packing a different outfit for the