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"
I
'm
here
,
"
Jud
said
.
"
Take
Ellie
,
"
he
said
.
"
Go
across
the
street
.
Carefully
--
do
n't
get
hit
by
a
car
.
Tell
Rachel
what
's
happened
.
Tell
her
I
want
my
bag
.
Not
the
one
in
the
study
,
but
the
one
on
the
high
shelf
in
the
upstairs
bathroom
.
She
'll
know
the
one
.
Tell
her
to
call
Bangor
MedCu
and
to
send
an
ambulance
.
"
"
Bucksport
's
closer
,
"
Jud
said
.
"
Bangor
's
faster
.
Go
.
Do
n't
you
call
;
let
Rachel
do
that
.
I
need
that
bag
.
"
And
once
she
knows
the
situation
here
,
Louis
thought
,
I
do
n't
think
she
'll
bring
it
over
.
Jud
went
.
Louis
heard
the
screen
door
bang
.
He
was
alone
with
Norma
Crandall
and
the
smell
of
apples
.
From
the
living
room
came
the
steady
tick
of
the
seven-day
clock
.
Norma
suddenly
uttered
a
long
,
snoring
breath
.
Her
eyelids
fluttered
.
And
Louis
was
suddenly
doused
with
a
cold
,
horrid
certainty
.
She
's
going
to
open
her
eyes
...
oh
Christ
she
's
going
to
open
her
eyes
and
start
talking
about
the
Pet
Sematary
.
But
she
only
looked
at
Louis
with
a
muddled
sort
of
recognition
,
and
then
her
eyes
closed
again
.
Louis
was
ashamed
of
himself
and
this
stupid
fear
that
was
so
unlike
him
.
At
the
same
time
he
felt
hope
and
relief
.
There
had
been
some
pain
in
her
eyes
but
not
agony
.
His
first
guess
was
that
this
had
not
been
a
grave
seizure
.
Louis
was
breathing
hard
now
and
sweating
.
No
one
but
TV
paramedics
could
make
CPR
look
easy
.
A
good
steady
closed-chest
massage
popped
a
lot
of
calories
,
and
the
webbing
between
his
arms
and
shoulders
would
ache
tomorrow
.
"
Can
I
do
anything
?
"
