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Louis
,
who
had
been
prepared
for
a
bitter
and
perhaps
hysterical
argument
about
Church
being
out
of
the
house
for
even
one
night
,
was
mildly
stunned
by
the
ease
with
which
she
had
acquiesced
.
And
he
realized
how
worried
she
must
have
been
.
Perhaps
Rachel
had
not
been
entirely
wrong
about
the
effect
the
Pet
Sematary
had
had
on
her
.
Rachel
herself
,
who
was
feeding
Gage
his
breakfast
egg
,
shot
him
a
grateful
approving
look
,
and
Louis
felt
something
loosen
in
his
chest
.
The
look
told
him
that
the
chill
was
over
;
this
particular
hatchet
had
been
buried
.
Forever
,
he
hoped
.
Later
,
after
the
big
yellow
schoolbus
had
gobbled
Ellie
up
for
the
morning
,
Rachel
came
to
him
,
put
her
arms
around
his
neck
,
and
kissed
his
mouth
gently
.
"
You
were
very
sweet
to
do
that
,
"
she
said
,
"
and
I
'm
sorry
I
was
such
a
bitch
.
"
Louis
returned
her
kiss
,
feeling
a
little
uncomfortable
nonetheless
.
It
occurred
to
him
that
the
I
'm
sorry
I
was
such
a
bitch
statement
,
while
by
no
means
a
standard
,
was
not
exactly
something
he
'd
never
heard
before
either
.
It
usually
came
after
Rachel
had
gotten
her
way
.
Gage
,
meanwhile
,
had
toddled
unsteadily
over
to
the
front
door
and
was
looking
out
the
lowest
pane
of
glass
at
the
empty
road
.
"
Bus
,
"
he
said
,
hitching
nonchalantly
at
his
sagging
diapers
.
"
Ellie-bus
.
"
"
He
's
growing
up
fast
,
"
Louis
said
.
Rachel
nodded
.
"
Too
fast
to
suit
me
,
I
think
.
"
"
Wait
until
he
's
out
of
diapers
,
"
Louis
said
.
"
Then
he
can
stop
.
"
She
laughed
,
and
it
was
all
right
between
them
again
--
completely
all
right
.
She
stood
back
,
made
a
minute
adjustment
to
his
tie
,
and
looked
him
up
and
down
critically
.
