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Louis
ran
,
wincing
at
the
aches
that
flared
in
his
upper
thighs
and
lower
back
,
but
by
the
time
he
had
gotten
into
the
warm
kitchen
,
the
phone
had
already
rung
six
or
seven
times
.
It
stopped
ringing
just
as
he
put
his
hand
on
it
.
He
picked
it
up
anyway
and
said
hello
,
but
there
was
only
the
open
hum
.
That
was
Rachel
,
he
thought
.
I
'll
call
her
back
.
But
suddenly
it
seemed
like
too
much
work
to
dial
the
number
,
to
dance
clumsily
with
her
mother
--
or
worse
,
her
checkbook-brandishing
father
--
to
be
passed
on
to
Rachel
...
and
then
to
Ellie
.
Ellie
would
still
be
up
of
course
;
it
was
an
hour
earlier
in
Chicago
.
Ellie
would
ask
him
how
Church
was
doing
.
Great
,
he
's
fine
.
Got
hit
by
an
Orinco
truck
.
Somehow
I
'm
absolutely
positive
it
was
an
Orinco
truck
.
Anything
else
would
lack
dramatic
unity
,
if
you
know
what
I
mean
.
You
do
n't
?
Well
,
never
mind
.
The
truck
killed
him
but
did
n't
mark
him
up
hardly
at
all
.
Jud
and
I
planted
him
up
in
the
old
Micmac
burying
ground
--
sort
of
an
annex
to
the
Pet
Sematary
,
if
you
know
what
I
mean
.
Amazing
walk
,
punkin
.
I
'll
take
you
up
there
sometime
and
we
'll
put
flowers
by
his
marker
--
excuse
me
,
his
cairn
.
After
the
quicksand
's
frozen
over
,
that
is
,
and
the
bears
go
to
sleep
for
the
winter
.
He
rehung
the
telephone
,
crossed
to
the
sink
,
and
filled
it
with
hot
water
.
He
removed
his
shirt
and
washed
.
He
had
been
sweating
like
a
pig
in
spite
of
the
cold
,
and
a
pig
was
exactly
what
he
smelled
like
.
There
was
some
leftover
meatloaf
in
the
refrigerator
.
Louis
cut
it
into
slabs
,
put
them
on
a
slice
of
Roman
Meal
bread
,
and
added
two
thick
rounds
of
Bermuda
onion
.
He
contemplated
this
for
a
moment
before
dousing
it
with
ketchup
and
slamming
down
another
slice
of
bread
.
If
Rachel
and
Ellie
had
been
around
,
they
would
have
wrinkled
their
noses
in
identical
gestures
of
distaste
--
yuck
,
gross
.
Well
,
you
missed
it
,
ladies
,
Louis
thought
with
undeniable
satisfaction
and
gobbled
his
sandwich
.
It
tasted
great
.
Confucius
say
he
who
smell
like
pig
eat
like
wolf
,
he
thought
and
smiled
.
He
chased
the
sandwich
with
several
long
swallows
of
milk
directly
from
the
carton
--
another
habit
Rachel
frowned
on
strenuously
--
and
then
he
went
upstairs
,
undressed
,
and
got
into
bed
without
even
washing
his
teeth
.
His
aches
and
pains
had
faded
to
one
low
throb
that
was
almost
comforting
.
His
watch
was
there
where
he
had
left
it
,
and
he
looked
at
it
.
Ten
minutes
of
nine
.
It
really
was
incredible
.
Louis
turned
off
the
light
,
turned
over
on
his
side
,
and
slept
.
