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In
Chicago
,
Dory
Goldman
was
wailing
,
"
Fly
back
?
Honey
,
why
do
you
want
to
fly
back
?
You
just
got
here
!
"
In
Ludlow
,
Jud
Crandall
sat
by
his
bay
window
,
smoking
and
drinking
beer
,
motionless
,
examining
the
mental
scrapbook
of
his
own
past
and
waiting
for
Louis
to
come
home
.
Sooner
or
later
Louis
would
come
home
,
just
like
Lassie
in
that
old
movie
.
There
were
other
ways
up
to
the
Pet
Sematary
and
the
place
beyond
,
but
Louis
did
n't
know
them
.
If
he
intended
to
do
it
,
he
would
begin
from
his
own
dooryard
Unaware
of
these
other
happenings
,
like
slow-moving
projectiles
aimed
not
at
where
he
was
,
but
rather
in
the
best
ballistics
tradition
at
the
place
where
he
would
be
,
Louis
sat
and
watched
the
HoJo
color
television
set
.
He
had
never
seen
any
of
these
programs
before
,
but
he
had
heard
vague
rumors
of
them
:
a
black
family
,
a
white
family
,
a
little
kid
who
was
smarter
than
the
rich
grown-ups
he
lived
with
,
a
woman
who
was
single
,
a
woman
who
was
married
,
a
woman
who
was
divorced
.
He
watched
it
all
,
sitting
in
the
HoJo
chair
and
glancing
out
every
now
and
then
at
the
blowy
night
.
When
the
eleven
o'clock
news
came
on
,
he
turned
the
television
set
off
and
went
out
to
do
what
he
had
decided
to
do
perhaps
at
the
very
moment
he
had
seen
Gage
's
baseball
cap
lying
in
the
road
,
full
of
blood
.
The
coldness
was
on
him
again
,
stronger
than
ever
,
but
there
was
something
beneath
it
--
an
ember
of
eagerness
,
or
passion
,
or
perhaps
lust
.
No
matter
.
It
warmed
him
against
the
cold
and
kept
him
together
in
the
wind
.
As
he
started
the
Honda
's
engine
,
he
thought
that
perhaps
Jud
was
right
about
the
growing
power
of
that
place
,
for
surely
he
felt
it
around
him
now
,
leading
(
or
pushing
)
him
on
,
and
he
wondered
:
Could
I
stop
?
Could
I
stop
even
if
I
wanted
to
?
"
You
want
to
what
?
"
Dory
asked
again
.
"
Rachel
...
you
're
upset
...
a
night
's
sleep
...
"
Rachel
only
shook
her
head
.
She
could
not
explain
to
her
mother
why
she
had
to
go
back
.
The
feeling
had
risen
in
her
the
way
a
wind
rises
--
an
early
stirring
of
the
grasses
,
hardly
noticed
;
then
the
air
begins
to
move
faster
and
harder
,
and
there
is
no
calm
left
;
then
the
gusts
become
hard
enough
to
make
eerie
screaming
noises
around
the
eaves
;
then
they
are
shaking
the
house
and
you
realize
that
this
is
something
like
a
hurricane
and
if
the
wind
gets
much
higher
,
things
are
going
to
fall
down
.
It
was
six
o'clock
in
Chicago
.
In
Bangor
,
Louis
was
just
sitting
down
to
his
big
,
tasteless
meal
.
Rachel
and
Ellie
had
done
no
more
than
pick
at
their
dinners
.
Rachel
kept
raising
her
eyes
from
her
plate
to
find
her
daughter
's
dark
glance
upon
her
,
asking
her
what
she
was
going
to
do
about
whatever
trouble
Daddy
was
in
,
asking
her
what
she
was
going
to
do
.
She
waited
for
the
telephone
to
ring
,
for
Jud
to
call
and
tell
her
that
Louis
had
come
home
,
and
once
it
did
ring
--
she
jumped
,
and
Ellie
almost
spilled
her
glass
of
milk
--
but
it
was
only
a
lady
from
Dory
's
bridge
club
,
wanting
to
know
if
she
had
gotten
home
all
right
.
They
were
having
their
coffee
when
Rachel
had
abruptly
tossed
down
her
napkin
and
said
,
"
Daddy
...
Mom
...
I
'm
sorry
,
but
I
have
to
go
home
.
If
I
can
get
a
plane
,
I
'm
going
tonight
.
