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"
Louis
was
about
to
refuse
--
he
was
feeling
a
little
tiddly
--
when
a
grotesque
image
arose
unbidden
behind
his
eyes
:
Jud
pulling
Norma
's
corpse
on
a
pagan
litter
through
the
woods
.
Toward
the
Micmac
burying
ground
beyond
the
Pet
Sematary
.
It
had
the
effect
of
a
slap
on
him
.
Without
a
word
,
he
got
up
and
got
another
beer
out
of
the
fridge
.
Jud
nodded
at
him
and
dialed
the
telephone
again
.
By
three
that
afternoon
,
when
Louis
went
home
for
a
sandwich
and
a
bowl
of
soup
,
Jud
had
progressed
a
long
way
toward
organizing
his
wife
's
final
rites
;
he
moved
from
one
thing
to
the
next
like
a
man
planning
a
dinner
party
of
some
importance
.
He
called
the
North
Ludlow
Methodist
Church
,
where
the
actual
funeral
would
take
place
,
and
the
Cemetery
Administration
Office
at
Mount
Hope
;
these
were
both
calls
the
undertaker
at
Brookings-Smith
would
be
making
,
but
Jud
called
first
as
a
courtesy
.
It
was
a
step
few
bereaved
ever
thought
of
...
or
if
they
thought
of
it
,
one
they
could
rarely
bring
themselves
to
take
.
Louis
admired
Jud
all
the
more
for
it
.
Later
he
called
Norma
's
few
surviving
relatives
and
his
own
,
paging
through
an
old
and
tattered
address
book
with
a
leather
cover
to
find
the
numbers
.
And
between
calls
,
he
drank
beer
and
remembered
the
past
.
Louis
felt
great
admiration
for
him
...
and
love
?
Yes
,
his
heart
confirmed
.
And
love
.
When
Ellie
came
down
that
night
in
her
pajamas
to
be
kissed
,
she
asked
Louis
if
Mrs.
Crandall
would
go
to
heaven
.
She
almost
whispered
the
question
to
Louis
,
as
if
she
understood
it
would
be
better
if
they
were
not
overheard
.
Rachel
was
in
the
kitchen
making
a
chicken
pie
,
which
she
intended
to
take
over
to
Jud
the
next
day
.
Across
the
street
,
all
the
lights
were
on
in
the
Crandall
house
.
Cars
were
parked
in
Jud
's
driveway
and
up
and
down
the
shoulder
of
the
highway
on
that
side
for
a
hundred
feet
in
either
direction
.
The
official
viewing
hours
would
be
tomorrow
,
at
the
mortuary
,
but
tonight
people
had
come
to
comfort
Jud
as
well
as
they
could
,
and
to
help
him
remember
,
and
to
celebrate
Norma
's
passing
--
what
Jud
had
referred
to
once
that
afternoon
as
"
the
foregoing
.
"
Between
that
house
and
this
,
a
frigid
February
wind
blew
.
The
road
was
patched
with
black
ice
.
The
coldest
part
of
the
Maine
winter
was
now
upon
them
.
"
Well
,
I
do
n't
really
know
,
honey
,
"
Louis
said
,
taking
Ellie
on
his
lap
.
On
the
TV
,
a
running
gunfight
was
in
progress
.
A
man
spun
and
dropped
,
unremarked
upon
by
either
of
them
.
Louis
was
aware
--
uncomfortably
so
--
that
Ellie
probably
knew
a
hell
of
a
lot
more
about
Ronald
McDonald
and
Spiderman
and
the
Burger
King
than
she
did
about
Moses
,
Jesus
,
and
St.
Paul
.
She
was
the
daughter
of
a
woman
who
was
a
nonpracticing
Jew
and
a
man
who
was
a
lapsed
Methodist
,
and
he
supposed
her
ideas
about
the
whole
spiritus
mundi
were
of
the
vaguest
sort
--
not
myths
,
not
dreams
,
but
dreams
of
dreams
.
It
's
late
for
that
,
he
thought
randomly
.
She
's
only
five
,
but
it
's
late
for
that
.
Jesus
,
it
gets
late
so
fast
.
But
Ellie
was
looking
at
him
,
and
he
ought
to
say
something
.
