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"
Chicago
"
she
said
.
"
Ellie
and
I
came
back
to
spend
some
time
with
my
parents
"
"
Louis
did
n'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
did
n't
like
.
"
Was
it
his
idea
that
you
should
go
out
there
?
"
"
Well
...
yes
.
Jud
,
what
's
wrong
?
Something
is
wrong
,
is
n'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
.
"
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
was
n't
.
He
could
feel
the
Pet
Sematary
pulling
at
him
--
and
something
beyond
.
Where
once
its
voice
had
been
a
kind
of
seductive
lullaby
,
the
voice
of
possible
comfort
and
a
dreamy
sort
of
power
,
it
was
now
lower
and
more
than
ominous
--
it
was
threatening
and
grim
.
Stay
out
of
this
,
you
.
