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"
A
word
of
advice
,
O
Great
Boss
,
"
Steve
said
.
"
I
do
n't
know
what
dese
guys
were
like
out
in
Chicago
,
but
around
here
they
'll
stoop
to
just
about
anything
,
from
all-expenses-paid
hunting
junkets
into
the
Allagash
in
November
to
free
bowling
at
Family
Fun
Lanes
in
Bangor
.
I
had
one
guy
try
to
give
me
one
of
those
inflatable
Judy
dolls
.
Me
!
And
I
'm
only
a
P.A.
!
If
they
ca
n't
sell
you
drugs
,
they
'll
drive
you
to
them
.
"
"
Should
have
taken
the
Judy
doll
.
"
"
Nah
,
she
was
a
redhead
.
Not
my
type
.
"
"
Well
,
I
agree
with
Surrendra
,
"
Louis
said
.
"
Just
as
long
as
it
's
not
like
yesterday
.
"
When
the
rep
from
Upjohn
did
n't
turn
up
promptly
at
ten
,
Louis
gave
in
and
called
the
registrar
's
office
.
He
spoke
with
a
Mrs.
Stapleton
,
who
said
she
would
send
over
a
copy
of
Victor
Pascow
's
records
immediately
.
When
Louis
hung
up
,
the
Upjohn
guy
was
there
.
He
did
n't
try
to
give
Louis
anything
,
only
asked
him
if
he
had
any
interest
in
buying
a
season
ticket
to
the
New
England
Patriots
"
games
at
a
discount
.
"
Nope
,
"
Louis
said
.
"
I
did
n't
think
you
would
,
"
the
Upjohn
guy
said
glumly
and
left
.
At
noon
Louis
walked
up
to
the
Bear
's
Den
and
got
a
tuna
fish
sandwich
and
a
Coke
.
He
brought
them
back
to
his
office
and
ate
lunch
while
going
over
Pascow
's
records
.
He
was
looking
for
some
connection
with
himself
or
with
North
Ludlow
,
where
the
Pet
Sematary
was
...
a
vague
belief
,
he
supposed
,
that
there
must
be
some
sort
of
rational
explanation
even
for
such
a
weird
occurrence
as
this
.
Maybe
the
guy
had
grown
up
in
Ludlow
--
had
,
maybe
,
even
buried
a
dog
or
a
cat
up
there
.
He
did
n't
find
the
connection
he
was
looking
for
.
Pascow
was
from
Bergenfield
,
New
Jersey
,
and
had
come
to
UMO
to
study
electrical
engineering
.
In
those
few
typed
sheets
,
Louis
could
see
no
possible
connection
between
himself
and
the
young
man
who
had
died
in
the
reception
room
--
other
than
the
mortal
one
,
of
course
.
He
sucked
the
last
Coke
out
of
his
cup
,
listening
to
the
straw
crackle
in
the
bottom
,
and
then
tossed
all
his
trash
into
the
wastebasket
.
