sk.petsematary-第3章

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s　a　vague　silhouette　behind　the　screens　of　the　enclosed　porch。　There　was　the　fortable　squeak　of　a　rocker　on　old　linoleum。　Louis　knocked　on　the　screen　door；　which　rattled　panionably　against　its　frame。　Crandall's　cigarette　glowed　like　a　large；　peaceable　firefly　in　the　summer　darkness。　From　a　radio；　low；　came　the　voice　of　a　Red　Sox　game；　and　all　of　it　gave　Louis　Creed　the　oddest　feeling　of　ing　home。
　　〃Doc；〃　Crandall　said。　〃I　thought　that　was　you。〃
　　Hope　you　meant　it　about　the　beer；〃　Louis　said；　ing　in。
　　〃Oh；　about　beer　I　never　lie；〃　Crandall　said。　〃A　man　who　lies　about　beer　makes　enemies。　Sit　down；　Doc。　I　put　an　extra　couple　on　ice；　just　in　case。〃
　　The　porch　was　long　and　narrow；　furnished　with　rattan　chairs　and　sofas。　Louis　sank　into　one　and　was　surprised　at　how　fortable　it　was。　At　his　left　hand　was　a　tin　pail　filled　with　ice　cubes　and　a　few　cans　of　Black　Label。　He　took　one。
　　〃Thank　you；〃　he　said　and　opened　it。　The　first　two　swallows　hit　his　throat　like　a　blessing。
　　〃More'n　wele；〃　Crandall　said。　〃I　hope　your　time　here　will　be　a　happy　one；　Doc。〃
　　〃Amen；〃　Louis　said。
　　〃Say！　If　you　want　crackers　or　somethin；　I　could　get　some。　I　got　a　wedge　of　rat　that's　just　about　ripe。〃
　　〃A　wedge　of　what？〃
　　〃Rat　cheese。〃　Crandall　sounded　faintly　amused。
　　〃Thanks；　but　just　the　beer　will　do　me。〃
　　〃Well　then；　we'll　just　let　her　go。〃　Crandall　belched　contentedly。
　　〃Your　wife　gone　to　bed？〃　Louis　asked；　wondering　why　he　was　opening　the　door　like　this。
　　〃Ayuh。　Sometimes　she　stays　up。　Sometimes　she　don't。〃
　　〃Her　arthritis　is　quite　painful；　isn't　it？〃
　　〃You　ever　see　a　case　that　wasn't？〃　Crandall　asked。
　　Louis　shook　his　head。
　　〃I　guess　it's　tolerable；〃　Crandall　said。　〃She　don't　plain　much。　She's　a　good　old　girl；　my　Norma。〃　There　was　a　great　and　simple　weight　of　affection　in　his　voice。　Out　on　Route　15；　a　tanker　truck　droned　by；　one　so　big　and　long　that　for　a　moment　Louis　couldn't　see　his　house　across　the　road。　Written　on　the　side；　just　visible　in　the　last　light；　was　the　word
　　ORINCO。
　　〃One　hell　of　a　big　truck；〃　Louis　mented。
　　〃Orinco's　near　Orrington；〃　Crandall　said。　〃Chemical　fertilizer　fact'ry。　They　e　and　go；　all　right。　And　the　oil　tankers；　and　the　dump　trucks；　and　the　people　who　go　to　work　in　Bangor　or　Brewer　and　e　home　at　night。〃　He　shook　his　head。　〃That's　the　one　thing　about　Ludlow　I　don't　like　anymore。　That　frigging　road。　No　peace　from　it。　They　go　all　day　and　all　night。　Wake　Norma　up　sometimes。　Hell；　wake　me　up　sometimes；　and　I　sleep　like　a　goddam　log。〃
　　Louis；　who　thought　this　strange　Maine　landscape　almost　eerily　quiet　after　the　constant　roar　of　Chicago；　only　nodded　his　head。
　　〃One　day　soon　the　Arabs　will　pull　the　plug；　and　they'll　be　able　to　grow　African　violets　right　down　the　yellow　line；〃　Crandall　said。
　　〃You　might　be　right。〃　Louis　tilted　his　can　back　and　was　surprised　to　find　it　empty。
　　Crandall　laughed。　〃You　just　grab　yourself　one　to　grow　on；　Doc。〃
　　Louis　hesitated　and　then　said；　〃All　right；　but　just　one　more。　I　have　to　be　getting　back。〃
　　〃Sure　you　do。　Ain't　moving　a　bitch？〃
　　〃It　is；〃　Louis　agreed；　and　then　for　a　time　they　were　silent。　The　silence　was　a　fortable　one；　as　if　they　had　known　each　other　for　a　long　time。　This　was　a　feeling　about　which　Louis　had　read　in　books；　but　which　he　had　never　experienced　until　now。　He　felt　ashamed　of　his　casual　thoughts　about　free　medical　advice　earlier。
　　On　the　road　a　semi　roared　by；　its　running　lights　twinkling　like　earthstars。
　　〃That's　one　mean　road；　all　right；〃　Crandall　repeated　thoughtfully；　almost　vaguely；　and　then　turned　to　Louis。　There　was　a　peculiar　little　smile　on　his　seamed　mouth。　He　poked　a　Chesterfield　into　one　corner　of　the　smile　and　popped　a　match　with　his　thumbnail。　〃You　remember　the　path　there　that　your　little　girl　mented　on？〃
　　For　a　moment　Louis　didn't；　Ellie　had　mented　on　a　whole　catalogue　of　things　before　finally　collapsing　for　the　night。　Then　he　did　remember。　That　wide　mown　patch　winding　up　through　the　copse　of　trees　and　over　the　hill。
　　〃Yes；　I　do。　You　promised　to　tell　her　about　it　sometime。〃
　　〃I　did；　and　I　will；〃　Crandall　said。　〃That　path　goes　up　into　the　woods　about　a　mile　and　a　half。　The　local　kids　around　Route　15　and　Middle　Drive　keep　it　nice　because　they　use　it。　Kids　e　and　go　。　。　。　there's　a　lot　more　moving　around　than　there　used　to　be　when　I　was　a　boy；　then　you　picked　a　place　out　and　stuck　to　it。　But　they　seem　to　tell　each　other；　and　every　spring　a　bunch　of　them　mows　that　path。　They　keep　it　nice　all　the　summer　long。　Not　all　of　the　adults　in　town　know　it's　there…a　lot　of　them　do；　of　course；　but　not　all；　not　by　a　long　chalk…but　all　of　the　kids　do。　I'd　bet　on　it。〃
　　〃Know　what's　there？〃
　　〃The　pet　cemetery；〃　Crandall　said。
　　〃Pet　cemetery；〃　Louis　repeated；　bemused。
　　〃It's　not　as　odd　as　it　prob'ly　sounds；〃　Crandall　said；　smoking　and　rocking。　〃It's　the　road。　It　uses　up　a　lot　of　animals；　that　road　does。　Dogs　and　cats；　mostly；　but　that　ain't　all。　One　of　those　big　Orinco　trucks　run　down　the　pet　raccoon　the　Ryder　…children　used　to　keep。　That　was　back…Christ；　must　have　been　in　'73；　maybe　earlier。　Before　the　state　made　keeping　a　coon　or　even　a　denatured　skunk　illegal；　anyway。〃
　　〃Why　did　they　do　that？〃
　　〃Rabies；〃　Crandall　said。　〃Lot　of　rabies　in　Maine　now。　There　was　a　big　old　St。　Bernard　went　rabid　downstate　a　couple　of　years　ago　and　killed　four　people。　That　was　a　hell　of　a　thing。　Dog　hadn't　had　his　shots。　If　those　foolish　people　had　seen　that　dog　had　had　its　shots；　it　never　would　have　happened。　But　a　coon　or　a　skunk；　you　can　vaccinate　it　twice　a　year　and　still　it　don't　always　take。　But　that　coon　the　Ryder　boys　had；　that　was　what　the　oldtimers　used　to　call　a　'sweet　coon。'　It'd　waddle　right　up　to　you…gorry；　wa'n't　he　fat！…and　lick　your　face　like　a　dog。　Their　dad　even　paid　a　vet　to　spay　him　and　declaw　him。　That　must　have　cost　him　a　country　fortune！
　　〃Ryder；　he　worked　for　IBM　in　Bangor。　They　went　out　to　Colorado　five　years　ago　。　。　。　or　maybe　it　was　six。　Funny　to　think　of　those　two　almost　old　enough　to　drive。　Were　they　broken　up　over　that　coon？　I　guess　they　were。　Matty　Ryder　cried　so　long　his　mom　got　scared　and　wanted　to　take　him　to　the　doctor。　I　spose　he's　over　it　now；　but　they　never　forget。　When　a　good　animal　gets　run　down　in　the　road；　a　kid　never　forgets。〃
　　Louis's　mind　turned　to　Ellie　as　he　had　last　seen　her　tonight；　fast　asleep　with　Church　purring　rustily　on　the　foot　of　the　mattress。
　　〃My　daughter's　got　a　cat；〃　he　said。　〃Winston　Churchill。　We　call　him　Church　for　short。〃
　　〃Do　they　climb　when　he　walks？〃
　　〃I　beg　your　pardon？〃　Louis　had　no　idea　what　he　was　talking　about。
　　〃He　still　got　his　balls　or　has　he　been　fixed？〃
　　〃No；〃　Louis　said。　〃No；　he　hasn't　been　fixed。〃
　　In　fact　there　had　been　some　trouble　over　that　back　in　Chicago。　Rachel　had　wanted　to　get　Church　spayed；　had　even　made　the　appointment　with　the　vet。　Louis　canceled　it。　Even　now　he　wasn't　really　sure　why。　it　wasn't　anything　as　simple　or　as　stupid　as　equating　his　masculinity　with　that　of　his　daughter's　tom；　nor　even　his　resentment　at　the　idea　that　Church　would　have　to　be　castrated　so　the　fat　housewife　next　door　wouldn't　need　to　be　troubled　with　twisting　down　the　lids　of　her　plastic　garbage　cans…those　things　had　been　part　of　it；　but　most　of　it　had　been　a　vague　but　strong　feeling　that　it　Would　destroy　something　in　Church　that　he　himself　valued…that　it　would　put　out　the　go…to…hell　look　in　the　cat's　green　eyes。　Finally　he　had　pointed　out　to　Rachel　that　they　were　moving　to　the　country；　and　it　shouldn't　be　a　problem。　Now　here　was　Judson　Crandall；　pointing　out　that　part　of　country　living　in　Ludlow　consisted　of　dealing　with　Route　15；　and　asked　him　if　the　cat　was　fixed。　Try　a　little　irony；　Dr。　Creed…it's　good　for　your　blood。
　　〃I'd　get　him　fixed；〃　Crandall　said；　crushing　his　smoke　between　his　thumb　and　forefinger。　〃A　fixed　cat　don't　tend　to　wander　as　much。　But　if　it's　all　the　time　crossing　back　and　forth；　its　luck　will　run　out；　and　it'll　end　up　there　with　the　Ryder　kids'　coon　and　little　Timmy　Dessler's　cocker　spaniel　and　Missus　Bradleigh's　parakeet。　Not　that　the　parakeet　got　run　over　in　the　road；　you　understand。　It　just　went　feet　up　one　day。〃
　　〃I'll　take　it　under　advisement；〃　Louis　said。
　　〃You　do　that；〃　Crandall　said　and　stood　up。　〃How's　that　beer　doing？　I　believe　I'll　go　in　for　a　slice　of　old　Mr。　Rat　after　all。〃
　　〃Beer's　gone；〃　Louis　said；　also　standing；　〃and　I　ought　to　go；　too。　Big　day　tomorrow。〃
　　〃Starting　in　at　the　university？〃
　　Louis　nodded。　〃The　kids　don't　e　back　for　two　weeks；　but　by　then　I　ought　to　know　what　I'm　doing；　don't　you　think？〃
　　〃Yeah；　if　you　don't　know　where　the　pills　are；　I　guess　you'll　have　trouble。〃　Crandall　offered　his　hand　and　Louis　shook　it；　mindful　again　of　the　fact　that　old　bones　pained　easily。　〃e　on　over　any　evening；〃　he　said。　〃Want　you　to　meet　my　Norma。　Think　she'd　enjoy　you。〃
　　〃I'll　do　that；〃　Louis　said。　〃Nice　to　meet　you；　Jud。〃
　　〃Same　goes　both　ways。　You'll　settle　in。　May　even　stay　awhile。〃
　　〃I　hope　we　do。〃
　　Louis　walked　down　the　crazy…paved　path　to　the　shoulder　of　the　road　and　had　to　pause　while　yet　another…truck；　this　one　followed　by　a　line　of　five　cars　headed　in　the　direction　of　Bucksport；　passed　by。　Then；　raising　his　hand　in　a　short　salute；　he　crossed　the　street　（road；　he　reminded　himself　again）　and　let　himself　into　his　new　house。
　　It　was　quiet　with　the　sounds　of　sleep。　Ellie　appeared　not　to　have　moved　at　all；　and　Gage　was　still　in　his　crib；　sleeping　in　typical　Gage　fashion；　spread…eagled　on　his　back；　a　bottle　within　easy　reach。　Louis　paused　there　looking　in　at　his　son；　his　heart　abruptly　filling　with　a　love　for　the　boy　so　strong　that　it　seemed　almost　dangerous。　He　supposed　part　of　it　was　simply　homesickness　for　all　the　familiar　Chicago　places　and　Chicago　faces　that　were　now　gone；　erased　so　efficiently　by　the　miles　that　they　might　never　have　been　at　all。　There's　a　lot　more　moving　around　than　there　used　to　be　。　。　。　used　to　be　you　picked　a　place　out　and　stuck　to　it。　There　was　some　truth　in　that。
　　He　went　to　his　son；　and　because　there　was　no　one　there　to　see　him　do　it；　not　even　Rachel；　he　kissed　his　fingers　and　then　pressed　them　lightly　and　briefly　to　Gage's　cheek　through　the　bars　of　the　crib。
　　Gage　clucked　and　turned　over　on　his　side。
　　〃Sleep　well；　baby；〃　Louis　said。
　　He　undressed　quietly　and　slipped　into　his　half　of　the　bed　that　was　for　now　just　two　single　mattresses　pushed　together　on　the　floor。　He　felt　the　strain　of　the　day　beginning　to　pass。　Rachel　didn't　stir。　Unpacked　boxes　bulked　ghostly　in　the　mom。
　　Just　before　sleep；　Louis　hiked　himself　up　on　one　elbow　and　looked　out　the　window。　Their　room　was　at　the　front　of　the　house；　and　he　could　look　across　the　road　at　the　Crandall　place。　It　was　too　dark　to　see　shapes…on　a　moonlit　night　it　would　not　have　been…but　be　could　see　the　cigarette　ember　over　there。　Still　up；　he　thought。　He'll　maybe　be　up　for　a　long　rime。　The　old　sleep　poorly。　Perhaps　they　stand　watch。
　　Against　what？　
　　Louis　was　thinking　about　that　when　he　slipped　into　sleep。　He　dreamed　he　was　in　Disney　World；　driving　a　bright　white　van　with　a　red　cross　on　the　side。　Gage　was　beside　him；　and　in　the　dream　Gage　was　at　least　ten　years　old。　Church　was　on　the　white　van's　dashboard；　lookin