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"
Where
you
going
,
Daddy
?
"
Ellie
asked
,
not
looking
away
from
the
TV
.
Kermit
was
about
to
be
punched
in
the
eye
by
Miss
Piggy
.
"
Just
out
back
,
hon.
"
"
Oh
.
"
Louis
went
out
.
Fifteen
minutes
later
he
was
in
the
Pet
Sematary
,
looking
around
curiously
and
coping
with
a
strong
feeling
of
deja
vu
.
That
he
had
been
here
was
beyond
doubt
:
the
little
grave
marker
put
up
to
honor
the
memory
of
Smucky
the
Cat
was
knocked
over
.
He
had
done
that
when
the
vision
of
Pascow
approached
,
near
the
end
of
what
he
could
remember
of
the
dream
.
Louis
righted
it
absently
and
walked
over
to
the
deadfall
.
He
did
n't
like
it
.
The
memory
of
all
these
weather-whitened
branches
and
dead
trees
turning
into
a
pile
of
bones
still
had
the
power
to
chill
.
He
forced
himself
to
reach
out
and
touch
one
.
Balanced
precariously
on
the
jackstraw
pile
,
it
rolled
and
fell
,
bouncing
down
the
side
of
the
heap
.
Louis
jumped
back
a
step
before
it
could
touch
his
shoe
.
He
walked
along
the
deadfall
,
first
to
the
left
,
then
to
the
right
.
On
both
sides
the
underbrush
closed
in
so
thickly
as
to
be
impenetrable
.
Nor
was
it
the
kind
of
brush
you
'd
try
to
push
your
way
through
--
not
if
you
were
smart
,
Louis
thought
.
There
were
lush
masses
of
poison
ivy
growing
close
to
the
ground
(
all
his
life
Louis
had
heard
people
boast
that
they
were
immune
to
the
stuff
,
but
he
knew
that
almost
no
one
really
was
)
,
and
farther
in
were
some
of
the
biggest
,
most
wicked-looking
thorns
he
had
ever
seen
.
Louis
strolled
back
to
the
rough
center
of
the
deadfall
.
He
looked
at
it
,
hands
stuck
in
the
back
pockets
of
his
jeans
.
You
're
not
going
to
try
to
climb
that
,
are
you
?
Not
me
,
boss
.
