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Louis
went
.
Twice
--
maybe
three
times
--
on
the
walk
up
to
the
Pet
Sematary
that
night
Louis
tried
to
talk
to
Jud
,
but
Jud
did
n't
answer
.
Louis
gave
up
.
That
feeling
of
contentment
,
odd
under
the
circumstances
but
a
pure
fact
,
persisted
.
It
seemed
to
come
from
everywhere
.
The
steady
ache
in
his
muscles
from
carrying
Church
in
one
hand
and
the
shovel
in
the
other
was
a
part
of
it
.
The
wind
,
deadly
cold
,
numbing
exposed
skin
,
was
a
part
of
it
;
it
wound
steadily
in
the
trees
.
Once
they
got
into
the
woods
,
there
was
no
snow
to
speak
of
.
The
bobbing
light
of
Jud
's
flash
was
a
part
of
it
.
He
felt
the
pervasive
,
undeniable
,
magnetic
presence
of
some
secret
.
Some
dark
secret
.
The
shadows
fell
away
and
there
was
a
feeling
of
space
.
Snow
shone
pallidly
.
"
Rest
here
,
"
Jud
said
,
and
Louis
set
the
bag
down
.
He
wiped
sweat
off
his
forehead
with
his
arm
.
Rest
here
?
But
they
were
here
.
He
could
see
the
markers
in
the
moving
,
aimless
sweep
of
Jud
's
light
as
Jud
sat
down
in
the
thin
snow
and
put
his
face
between
his
arms
.
"
Jud
?
Are
you
all
right
?
"
"
Fine
.
Need
to
catch
my
breath
a
bit
,
that
's
all
.
"
Louis
sat
down
next
to
him
and
deep-breathed
half
a
dozen
times
.
"
You
know
,
"
he
said
,
"
I
feel
better
than
I
have
in
maybe
six
years
.
I
know
that
's
a
crazy
thing
to
say
when
you
're
burying
your
daughter
's
cat
,
but
it
's
the
flat
truth
,
Jud
.
I
feel
good
.
"
Jud
breathed
deeply
once
or
twice
himself
.
"
Yeah
,
I
know
,
"
he
said
.
"
It
is
that
way
once
in
a
while
.
You
do
n't
pick
your
times
for
feeling
good
,
any
more
than
you
do
for
the
other
.
And
the
place
has
something
to
do
with
it
too
,
but
you
do
n't
want
to
trust
that
.
Heroin
makes
dope
addicts
feel
good
when
they
're
putting
it
in
their
arms
,
but
all
the
time
it
's
poisoning
them
.
Poisoning
their
bodies
and
poisoning
their
way
of
thinking
.
This
place
can
be
like
that
,
Louis
,
and
do
n't
you
ever
forget
it
.
I
hope
to
God
I
'm
doing
right
.
I
think
I
am
,
but
I
ca
n't
be
sure
.
Sometimes
my
head
gets
muddled
.
