sk.petsematary-第34章
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〃Yeah； sure。〃
〃Then you have faith it will be here。 As it so happens； I do； too。 Faith is believing a thing will be； or is。 Get it？〃
〃Yes。〃 Ellie nodded positively。
〃But we don't know it'll be here。 After all； some crazed chair burglar might break in and take it； right？〃
Ellie giggled。 Louis smiled。
〃We just have faith that won't happen。 Faith is a great thing； and really religious people would like us to believe that faith and knowing are the same thing； but I don't believe that myself。 Because there are too many different ideas on the subject。 What we know is this： When we die； one of two things happens。 Either our souls and thoughts somehow survive the experience of dying or they don't。 If they do； that opens up every possibility you could think of。 If we don't； it's just blotto。 The end。〃
〃Like going to sleep？〃
He considered this and then said； 〃More like having ether； I think。〃
〃Which do you have faith in； Daddy？〃
The shadow on the wall moved and came to rest again。
For most of his adult life…since college days； he supposed…he had believed that death was the end。 He had been present at many deathbeds and had never felt a soul bullet past him on its way to 。 。 。 wherever； hadn't this very thought occurred to him upon the death of Victor Pascow？ He had agreed with his Psychology I teacher that the life…after…life experiences reported in scholarly journals and then vulgarized in the popular press probably indicated a last…ditch mental stand against the onrush of death…the endlessly inventive human mind； staving off insanity to the very end by constructing a hallucination of immortality。
He had likewise agreed with an acquaintance in the dorm who had said； during an all…night bull session during Louis's sophomore year at Chicago； that the Bible was suspiciously full of miracles which had ceased almost pletely during the age of rationality （〃totally ceased；〃 he had said at first but had been forced backward at least one step by others who claimed with some authority that there were still plenty of weird things going on； little pockets of perplexity in a world that had bee by and large a clean； well…lighted place…there was； for instance； the Shroud of Turin； which had survived every effort to debunk it）。 〃So Christ brought Lazarus back from the dead；〃 this acquaintance…who had gone on to bee a highly thought…of o。b。 man in Dearborn； Michigan…had said。 〃That's fine with me。 If I have to swallow it； I will。 I mean； I had to buy the concept that the fetus of one twin can sometimes swallow the fetus of the other in utero； like some kind of unborn cannibal； and then show up with teeth in his testes or in his lungs twenty or thirty years later to prove that he did it； and I suppose if I can buy that I can buy anything。 But I wanna see the death certificate…you dig what I'm saying？ I'm not questioning that he came out of the tomb。 But I wanna see the original death certificate。 I'm like Thomas saying he'd only believe Jesus had risen when he could look through the nail holes and stick his hands in the guy's side。 As far as I'm concerned； he was the real physician of the bunch； not Luke。〃
No； he had never really believed in survival。 At least； not until Church。
〃I believe that we go on；〃 he told his daughter slowly。 〃But as to what it's like； I have no opinion。 It may be that it's different for different people。 It may be that you get what you believed all your life。 But I believe we go on； and I believe that Mrs。 Crandall is probably someplace where she can be happy。〃
〃You have faith in that；〃 Ellie said。 It was not a question。 She sounded awed。
Louis smiled； a little pleased and a little embarrassed。 〃I suppose so。 And I have faith that it's time for you to go to bed。 Like ten minutes ago。〃
He kissed her twice； once on the lips and once on the nose。
〃Do you think animals go on？〃
〃Yes；〃 he said； without thinking； and for a moment he almost added； Especially cats。 The words had actually trembled on his lips for a moment； and his skin felt gray and cold。
〃Okay；〃 she said and slid down。 〃Gotta go kiss Mommy。〃
〃Right on。〃
He watched her go。 At the dining room doorway； she turned back and said； 〃I was really silly about Church that day； wasn't I？ Crying like that。〃
〃No； hon；〃 he said。 〃I don't think you were silly。〃
〃If he died now； I could take it；〃 she said and then seemed to consider the thought she had just spoken aloud； as if mildly startled。 Then she said； as if agreeing with herself： 〃Sure I could。〃 And went to find Rachel。
Later； in bed； Rachel said； 〃I heard what you were talking about with her。〃
〃And you don't approve？〃 Louis asked。 He had decided that maybe it would be best to have this out； if that was what Rachel wanted。
〃No；〃 Rachel said； with a hesitance that was not much like her。 〃No； Louis； it's not like that。 I just get。 。 。 scared。 And you know me。 When I get scared； I get defensive。〃
Louis could not remember ever hearing Rachel speak with such effort； and suddenly he felt more cautious than he had with Ellie earlier。 He felt that he was in a mine field。
〃Scared of what？ Dying？〃
〃Not myself；〃 she said。 〃I hardly even think of that 。 。 。 anymore。 But when I was a kid； I thought of it a lot。 Lost a lot of sleep。 Dreamed of monsters ing to eat me up in my bed； and all of the monsters looked like my sister Zelda。〃
Yes； Louis thought。 Here it is； at last； after all the time we've been married； here it is。
〃You don't talk about her much；〃 he said。
Rachel smiled and touched his face。 〃You're sweet； Louis。 I never talk about her。 I try never to think about her。〃
〃I always assumed you had your reasons。〃
〃I did。 I do。〃
She paused； thinking。
〃I know she died。 。 。 spinal meningitis。 。 。〃
〃Spinal meningitis；〃 she repeated。 〃There are no pictures of her in the house anymore。〃
〃There's a picture of a young girl in your father's…〃
〃In his study。 Yes； I forgot that one。 And my mother carries one in her wallet still； I think。 She was two years older than I was。 She caught it。 。 。 and she was in the back bedroom。 。 。 she was in the back bedroom like a dirty secret； Louis； she was dying in there； my sister died in the back bedroom and that's what she was； a dirty secret…she was always a dirty secret！〃
Rachel suddenly broke down pletely； and in the loud； rising quality of her sobs； Louis sensed the onset of hysteria and became alarmed。 He reached for her and caught a shoulder； which was pulled away from him as soon as he touched it。 He could feel the whisper of her nightdress under his fingertips。
〃Rachel…babe…don't…〃
〃Don't tell me don't；〃 she said。 〃Don't stop me； Louis。 I've only got the strength to tell this once； and then I don't want to ever talk about it again。 I probably won't sleep tonight as it is。〃
〃Was it that horrible？〃 he asked； knowing the answer already。 It explained so much； and even things he had never connected before or only suspected vaguely suddenly came together in his mind； She had never attended a funeral with him； he realized… not even that of Al Locke； a fellow med student who had been killed when his motorcycle had collided with a city bus。 Al had been a regular visitor at their apartment； and Rachel had always liked him。 Yet she had not gone to his funeral。
She was sick that day； Louis remembered suddenly。 Got the flu or something。 Looked serious。 But the next day she was okay again。
After the funeral she was all right again； he corrected himself。 He remembered thinking even then that her sickness might just be psychosomatic。
〃It was horrible； all right。 Worse than you can ever imagine。 Louis； we watched her degenerate day by day； and there was nothing anyone could do。 She was in constant pain。 Her body seemed to shrivel。 。 。 pull in on itself。 。 。 her shoulders hunched up and her face pulled down until it was like a mask。 Her hands were like birds' feet。 I had to feed her sometimes。 I hated it； but I did it and never said boo about it。 When the pain got bad enough； they started giving her drugs…mild ones at first and then ones that would have left her a junkie if she had lived。 But of course everyone knew she wasn't going to live。 I guess that's why she's such a。 。 secret to all of us。 Because we wanted her to die； Louis； we wished for her to die； and it wasn't just so she wouldn't feel any more pain； it was so we wouldn't feel any more pain； it was because she was starting to look like a monster； and she was starting to be a monster 。 。 。 oh Christ I know how awful that must sound。 。 。〃
She put her face in her hands。
Louis touched her gently。 〃Rachel； it doesn't sound awful at all。〃
〃It does！〃 she cried。 〃It does！〃
〃It just sounds true；〃 he said。 〃Victims of long illnesses often bee demanding； unpleasant monsters。 The idea of the saintlike； long…suffering patient is a big romantic fiction。 By the time the first set of sores crops up on a bed…bound patient's butt； he… or she…has started to snipe and cut and spread the misery。 They can't help it； but that doesn't help the people in the situation。〃
She looked at him； amazed 。 。 。 almost hopeful。 Then distrust stole back into her face。 〃You're making that up。〃
He smiled grimly。 〃Want me to show you the textbooks？ How about the suicide statistics？ Want to see those？ In families where a terminal patient has been nursed at home； the suicide statistics spike right up into the stratosphere in the six months following the patient's death。〃
〃Suicide！〃
〃They swallow pills； or sniff a pipe； or blow their brains out。 Their hate 。 。 。 their weariness 。 。 。 their disgust。 。 。 their sorrow 。 。 。〃 He shrugged and brought his closed fists gently together。 〃The survivors start feeling as if they'd mitted murder。 So they step out。〃
A crazy； wounded kind of relief had crept into Rachel's puffy face。 〃She was demanding。 。 。 hateful。 Sometimes she'd piss in her bed deliberately。 My mother would ask her if she wanted help getting to the bathroom 。 。 。 and later； when she couldn't get up anymore； if she wanted the bedpan。 。 。 and Zelda would say no 。 。 。 and then she'd piss the bed so my mother or my mother and I would have to change the sheets。 。 。 and she'd say it was an accident； but you could see the smile in her eyes； Louis。 You could see it。 The room always smelled of piss and her drugs she had bottles of some dope that smelled like Smith Brothers' Wild Cherry cough drops and that smell was always
there。 。 。 some nights I wake up。 。 。 even now I wake up and I think I can smell Wild Cherry cough drops。 。 。 and I think if I'm not really awake 。 。 。 I think 'Is Zelda dead yet？ Is she？'。 。 。 I think。 。 。
Rachel caught her breath。 Louis took her hand and she squeezed his fingers with savage； brilliant tightness。
〃When we changed her you could see the way her back was twisting and knotting。 Near the end； Louis； near the end it seemed like her。 。 。 like her ass had somehow gotten all the way up to the middle of her back。〃
Now Rachel's wet eyes had taken on the glassy； horrified look of a child remembering a recurrent nightmare of terrible power。
〃And sometimes she'd touch me with her 。 。 。 her hands 。 。 。
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