sk.petsematary-第74章
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As a doctor； he felt he could kill Gage； if Gage was only the vessel containing some other being； quite easily。 He would not allow himself to be swayed by its pleadings or its wiles。 He would kill it as he would kill a rat carrying bubonic plague。 There need be no melodrama about it。 A pill in solution； perhaps two or three of them。 If necessary； a shot。 There was morphine in his bag。 The following night； he would return the lifeless clay to Pleasantview and reenter it； simply trusting that his luck would hold a second time （you don't even know if it will hold once； he reminded himself）。 He had considered the easier and safer alternative of the Pet Sematary； but he would not have his son up there。 There were a lot of reasons。 A child burying his pet five years or ten years or even twenty years later might stumble on the remains… that was one reason。 But the most pelling one was simpler。 The Pet Sematary might be。 。 。 too close。
The reinterment pleted； he would fly to Chicago and join his family。 Neither Rachel nor Ellie would ever need to know about his failed experiment。
Then； looking along the other path…the path he hoped for blindly with all his love for his son： he and Gage would leave the house when the examination period was over； would leave at night。 He would take certain papers with him and plan never to return to Ludlow again。 He and Gage would check into a motel…perhaps this very one in which he now lay。
The following morning he would cash every account they had； converting everything into American Express traveler's checks （don't leave home with your resurrected son without them； he thought） and flat cash。 He and Gage would fly somewhere… Florida； most likely。 From there he would call Rachel； tell her where he was； tell her to take Ellie and catch a plane without telling her mother and father where she was going。 Louis believed he could convince her to do this。 Ask no questions； Rachel。 Just e。 e now。 This minute。
He would tell her where he （they） were staying。 Some motel。 She and Ellie would arrive in a rental car。 He would bring Gage to the door when they knocked。 Perhaps Gage would be wearing a bathing suit。
And then… Ah； but beyond that he did not dare go； instead he turned back to the plan's beginning and began to go over it again。 He supposed that if things worked out； it would mean accumulating the identification minutae of whole new lives so that Irwin Goldman could not use his overflowing checkbook to trace them。 Such things could be done。
Vaguely； he remembered arriving at the Ludlow house； tense； tired； and more than a little scared； and having some fantasy about just driving down to Orlando and hiring on as a medic at Disney World。 Maybe that wasn't so farfetched after all。
He saw himself； dressed in white； resuscitating a pregnant woman who had foolishly gone on the Magic Mountain ride and had fainted。 Stand back； stand back； give her some air； he heard himself saying； and the woman opened her eyes and smiled gratefully at him。
As his mind spun out this not disagreeable fantasy； Louis fell asleep。 He slept as his daughter awoke in an airplane somewhere above Niagara Falls； screaming from a nightmare of clutching hands and stupid yet merciless eyes； he slept as the stewardess rushed down the aisle to see what was wrong； he slept as Rachel； totally unnerved； tried to soothe her； he slept as Ellie cried over and over again： It's Gage！ Mommy！ It's Gage！ it's Gage！ Gage is alive！ Gage has got the knife from Daddy's bag！ Don't let him get me！ Don't let him get Daddy！
He slept as Ellie quieted at last and lay shuddering against her mother's breast； her eyes wide and tearless； and as Dory Goldman thought what an awful thing all of this had been for Eileen； and how much she reminded Dory of Rachel after Zelda had died。
He slept and woke up at a quarter past five； with the afternoon light beginning to slant down toward the ing night。
Wild work； he thought stupidly and got up。
45
By the time United Airlines flight 419 touched down at O'Hare Airport and offloaded its passengers at ten minutes past three； central standard time； Ellie Creed was in a state of low hysteria； and Rachel was very frightened。
If you touched Ellie casually on the shoulder； she jumped and stared around at you with big walleyes； and her whole body quivered steadily and without letup。 It was as if she were full of electricity。 The nightmare on the airplane had been bad enough； but this。 。 。 Rachel simply didn't know how to cope with it。
Going into the terminal； Ellie tripped over her own feet and fell down。 She did not get up but merely lay there on the carpet with people passing around her （or looking down at her with that mildly sympathetic but disconnected glance of people who are in transit and cannot be bothered） until Rachel picked her up in her arms。
〃Ellie； what's wrong with you？〃 Rachel asked。
But Ellie would not answer。 They moved across the lobby toward the luggage carousels； and Rachel saw her mother and father waiting there for them。 She waved at them with her free hand； and they came over。
〃They told us not to go to the gate and wait for you；〃 Dory said； 〃so we thought。 。 。 Rachel？ How's Eileen？〃
〃Not good。〃
〃Is there a ladies' room； Mommy？ I'm going to throw up。〃
〃Oh； God；〃 Rachel said despairingly and took her by the hand。 There was a ladies' room across the lobby； and she led Ellie toward it quickly。
〃Rachel； shall I corner' Dory called。
〃No； get the luggage； you know what it looks like。 We're okay。〃
Mercifully the ladies' room was deserted。 Rachel led Ellie to one of the stalls； fumbling in her purse for a dime； and then she saw…thank God…that the locks on three of them were broken。 Over one broken lock； someone had written in grease pencil：
SIR JOHN CRAPPER WAS A SEXIST PIG！
Rachel pulled the door open quickly； Ellie was now moaning and holding her stomach。 She retched twice； but there was no vomiting； they were the dry heaves of total nervous exhaustion。
When Ellie told her she felt a little better； Rachel took her over to the basins and washed her daughter's face。 Ellie was wretchedly white； and there were circles under her eyes。
〃Ellie； what is wrong？ Can't you tell me？〃
〃I don't know what's wrong；〃 she said。 〃But I knew something was wrong ever since Daddy told me about the trip。 Because something was wrong with him。〃
Louis； what are you hiding？ You were hiding something。 I could see it； even Ellie could see it。
It occurred to her that she had also been nervous all day； as though waiting for a blow to fall。 She felt the way she did in the two or three days before her period； tense and on edge； ready to laugh or cry or get a headache that would e bulleting through like a fast express； there and then gone three hours later。
〃What？〃 she said now to Ellie's reflection in the mirror。 〃Honey； what could be wrong with Daddy？〃
〃I don't know；〃 Ellie said。 〃It was the dream。 Something about
Gage。 Or maybe it was Church。 I don't remember。 I don't know。〃
〃Ellie； what was your dream？〃
〃I dreamed I was in the Pet Sematary；〃 Ellie said。 〃Paxcow took me to the Pet Sematary and said Daddy was going to go there and something terrible was going to happen。〃
〃Paxcow？〃 A bolt of terror both sharp and yet undefined struck her。 What was that name； and why did it seem familiar？ It seemed that she had heard that name…or one like it…but she could not for the life of her remember where。 〃You dreamed someone named Paxcow took you to the Pet Sematary？〃
〃Yes； that's what he said his name was。 And…〃 Her eyes suddenly widened。
〃Do you remember something else？〃
〃He said that he was sent to warn but that he couldn't interfere。 He said that he was。 。 。 I don't know。 。 。 that he was near Daddy because they were together when his soul was dis…disI can't remember！〃 she wailed。
〃Honey；〃 Rachel said； 〃I think you dreamed about the Pet Sematary because you're still thinking about Gage。 And I'm sure Daddy is fine。 Do you feel any better now？〃
〃No；〃 Ellie whispered。 〃Mommy； I'm scared。 Aren't you scared？〃
〃Huh…uh；〃 Rachel said； with a brisk little shake of
