sk.petsematary-第76章
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〃Plane？〃 Jud's voice seemed to sharpen a trifle。 〃Where are you； Rachel？〃
〃Chicago；〃 she said。 〃Ellie and I came back to spend some time with my parents。〃
〃Louis didn't go with you？〃
〃He's going to join us by the end of the week；〃 Rachel said； and now it was a struggle to keep her voice even。 There was something in Jud's voice she didn't like。
〃Was it his idea that you should go out there？〃
〃Well。 。 。 yes。 Jud； what's wrong？ Something is wrong； isn't it？ And you know something about it。〃
〃Maybe you ought to tell me the child's dream；〃 Jud said after a long pause。 〃I wish you would。〃
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After he and Rachel were done talking； Jud put on his light coat
…the day had clouded up and the wind had begun to blow…and crossed the road to Louis's house； pausing on his side of the road to look carefully for trucks before crossing。 It was the trucks that had been the cause of all this。 The damned trucks。
Except it wasn't。
He could feel the Pet Sematary pulling at him…and something beyond。 Where once its voice had been a kind of seductive lullabye； the voice of possible fort and a dreamy sort of power； it was now lower and more than ominous…it was threatening and grim。 Stay out of this； you。
But he would not stay out of it。 His responsibility went back too far。
He saw that Louis's Honda Civic was gone from the garage。 There was only the big Ford wagon； looking dusty and unused。 He tried the back door of the house and found it open。
〃Louis？〃 he called； knowing that Louis was not going to answer； but needing to cut across the heavy silence of this house somehow。 Oh； getting old was starting to be a pain in the ass…his limbs felt heavy and clumsy most of the time； his back was a misery to him after a mere two hours in the garden； and it felt as if there was a screw auger planted in his left hip。
He began to go through the house methodically； looking for the signs he had to look for…world's oldest housebreaker； he thought without much humor and went right on looking。 He found none of the things that would have seriously upset him： boxes of toys held back from the Salvation Army； clothes for a small boy put aside behind a door or in the closet or under a bed perhaps worst of all； the crib carefully set up in Gage's room again。 There were absolutely none of the signs； but the house still had an unpleasant blank feel； as if it were waiting to be filled with。 。 。 well； something。
P'raps I ought to take a little run out to Pleasantview Cemetery。 See if anything's doing out there。 Might even run into Louis Creed。 I could buy him a dinner； or somethin。
But it wasn't at Pleasantview Cemetery in Bangor that there was danger； the danger was here； in this house； and beyond it。
Jud left again and crossed the road to his own house。 He pulled a six…pack of beer out of the kitchen fridge and took it into the living room。 He sat down in front of the bay window that looked out on the Creed house； cracked a beer； and lit a cigarette。 The afternoon drew down around him； and as it did so often these last few years； he found his mind turning back and back in a widening gyre。 If he had known the run of Rachel Creed's earlier thoughts he could have told her that what her psych teacher had told her was maybe the truth； but when you got older that dimming function of the memory broke down little by little； the same way that everything else in your body broke down； and you found yourself recalling places and faces and events with an eerie surety。 Sepia…toned memories grew bright again； the colors trueing up； the voices losing that tinny echo of time and regaining their original resonance。 It wasn't informational breakdown at all； Jud could have told him。 The name for it was senility。
In his mind Jud again saw Lester Morgan's bull Hanratty； his eyes rimmed with red； charging at everything in sight； everything that moved。 Charging at trees when the wind jigged the leaves。 Before Lester gave up and called it off； every tree in Hanratty's fenced meadow was gored with his brainless fury and his horns were splintered and his head was bleeding。 When Lester put Hanratty down； Lester had been sick with dread…the way Jud himself was right now。
He drank beer and smoked。 Daylight faded。 He did not put on the light。 Gradually the tip of his cigarette became a small red pip in the darkness。 He sat and drank beer and watched Louis Creed's driveway。 He believed that when Louis came home from wherever he was； he would go over and have a little talk with him。 Make sure Louis wasn't planning to do anything he shouldn't。
And still he felt the soft tug of whatever it was； whatever sick power it was that inhabited that devil's place； reaching down from its bluff of rotted stone where all those cairns had been built。
Stay out of this； you。 Stay out of it or you're going to be very； very sorry。
Ignoring it as best he could； Jud sat and smoked and drank beer。 And waited。
47
While Jud Crandall was sitting in the ladderbacked rocker and watching for him out of his bay window； Louis was eating a big tasteless dinner in the Howard Johnson's dining room。
The food was plentiful and dull…exactly what his body seemed to want。 Outside it had grown dark。 The headlights of the passing cars probed like fingers。 He shoveled the food in。 A steak。 A baked potato。 A side dish of beans which were a bright green nature had never intended。 A wedge of apple pie with a scoop of ice cream on top of it melting into a soft drool。 He ate at a corner table； watching people e and go； wondering if he might not see someone he knew。 In a vague way； he rather hoped that would happen。 It would lead to questions…where's Rachel； what are you doing here； how's it going？ …and perhaps the questions would lead to plications； and maybe plications were what he really wanted。 A way out。
And as a matter of fact； a couple that he did know came in just as he was finishing his apple pie and his second cup of coffee。 Rob Grinnell； a Bangor doctor； and his pretty wife Barbara。 He waited for them to see him； sitting here in the corner at his table for one； but the hostess led them to the booths on the far side of the room； and Louis lost sight of them entirely except for an occasional glimpse of Grinnell's prematurely graying hair。
The waitress brought Louis his check。 He signed for it； jotting his room number under his signature； and left by the side door。
Outside the wind had risen to near…gale force。 It was a steady droning presence； making the electrical wires hum oddly。 He could see no stars but had a sense of clouds rushing past overhead at high speed。 Louis stood on the walk for a moment； hands in pockets； face tilted into that wind。 Then he turned back and went up to his room and turned on the television。 It was too early to do anything serious； and that nightwind was too full of possibilities。 It made him nervous。
He watched four hours of TV； eight back…to…back half…hour edy programs。 He realized it had been a very long time since he had watched so much TV in a steady； uninterrupted stream。 He thought that all the female leads on the sits were what he and his friends had called 〃cockteasers〃 back in high school。
In Chicago； Dory Goldman was wailing； 〃Fly back？ Honey； why do you want to fly back？ You just got here！〃
In Ludlow； Jud Crandall sat by his bay window； smoking and drinking beer； motionless； examining the mental scrapbook of his own past and waiting for Louis to e home。 Sooner or later Louis would e home； just like Lassie in that old movie。 There were other ways up to the Pet Sematary and the place beyond； but Louis didn't know them。 If he intended to do it； he would begin from his own dooryard。
Unaware of these other happenings； like slow…moving projectiles aimed not at where he was； but rather in the best ballistics tradition at the place where he would be； Louis sat and watched the HoJo color television set。 He had never seen any of these programs before； but he had heard vague rumors of them： a black family； a white family； a little kid who was smarter than the rich grown…ups he lived with； a woman who was single； a woman who was married； a woman who was divorced。 H
