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itory is that which defines all else； hadn't he read that in some college history course？
Everything done； the evening put neatly away； he went to bed。 。 。 but couldn't sleep。 There was something else； something that nagged at him。 The last two days went around and around in his head as he listened to Rachel and Gage breathing nearly in tandem。 GEN。 PATTON HANNAH THE BEST DOG THAT EVER LIVED …。 MARIA OUR PET RABIT。。。 Ellie； furious。 I don't want Church to ever be dead！。 。 。 He's not God's cat！
Let God have His own cat！ Rachel； equally furious。 You as a doctor should know。 。 。 Norma Crandall saying It just seems like people want to forget it 。 。 。 And Jud； his voice terribly sure； terribly certain； a voice from another age： Sometimes it took supper with you and sometimes you could feel it bite your ass。
And that voice merged with the voice of his mother； who had lied to Louis Creed about sex at four but told him the truth about death at twelve； when his cousin Ruthie had been killed in a stupid car accident。 She had been crushed in her father's car by a kid who had found the keys in a Public Works Department payloader and decided to take it for a cruise and then found out he didn't know how to stop it。 The kid suffered only minor cuts and contusions； his Uncle Carl's Fairlane was demolished。 She can't be dead； he had replied in answer to his mother's bald statement。 He had heard the words； but he couldn't seem to get the sense of them。 What do you mean； she's dead？ What are you talking about？ And then； as an afterthought： Who's going to bury her？ For although Ruthie's father； Louis's uncle； was an undertaker； he couldn't imagine that Uncle Carl would possibly be the one to do it。 In his confusion and mounting fear； he had seized upon this as the most important question。 It was a genuine conundrum； like who cut the town barber's hair。
I imagine that Donny Donahue will do it； his mother replied。 Her eyes were red…rimmed； most of all she had looked tired。 His mother had looked almost ill with weariness。
He's your uncle's best pal in the business。 Oh； but Louis。
Sweet little Ruthie。 。 。 I can't stand to think she suffered pray with me。 will you； Louis？ Pray with me for Ruthie。 I need you to help me。
So they had gotten down on their knees in the kitchen； he and his mother； and they prayed； and it was the praying that finally brought it home to him； if his mother was praying for Ruthie Creed's soul； then it meant that her body was gone。 Before his closed eyes rose a terrible image of Ruthie ing to his thirteenth birthday party with her decaying eyeballs hanging on her cheeks and blue mould growing in her red hair； and this image provoked not just sickening horror but an awful doomed love。
He cried out in the greatest mental agony of his life； 〃She can't be dead！ MOMMA； SHE CAN'T BE DEAD…I LOVE HER！〃
And his mother's reply； her voice flat and yet full of images： dead fields under a November sky； scattered rose petals brown and turning up at the edges； empty pools scummed with algae； rot； deposition； dust：
She is； my darling。 I'm sorry； but she is。 Ruthie is gone。
Louis shuddered； thinking； Dead is dead…what else do you need？
Suddenly Louis knew what it was he had forgotten to do； why he was still awake on this night before the first day of his new job； hashing over old griefs。
He got up； headed for the stairs； and suddenly detoured down the hall to Ellie's room。 She was sleeping peacefully； mouth open； wearing her blue baby…doll pajamas that she had really outgrown。 My God； Ellie； he thought； you're sprouting like corn。 Church lay between her splayed ankles； also dead to the world。 You should pardon the pun。
Downstairs there was a bulletin board on the wall by the phone with various messages； memos； and bills tacked to it。 Written across the top in Rachel's neat caps was THINGS TO PUT OFF AS LONG AS POSSIBLE。 Louis got the telephone book； looked up a number； and jotted it on a blank memo sheet。 Below the number he wrote： Quentin L。 Jolander； D。V。M。…call for appointment re Church…if Jolander doesn't neuter animals； he will refer。
He looked at the note； wondering if it was time； knowing that it was。 Something concrete had to e out of all this bad feeling； and he had decided sometime between this morning and tonight…without even knowing he was deciding… that he didn't want Church crossing the road anymore if he could help it。
His old feelings on the subject rose up in him； the idea that neutering would lessen the cat； would turn him into a fat old torn before his time； content to just sleep on the radiator until someone put something into his dish。 He didn't want Church like that。 He liked Church the way he was； lean and mean。
Outside in the dark； a big semi droned by on Route 15； and that decided him。 He tacked the memo up and went to bed。
11
The next morning at breakfast； Ellie saw the new memo on the bulletin board and asked him what it meant。
〃It means he's going to have a very small operation；〃 Louis said。 〃He'll probably have to stay over at the vet's for one night afterward。 And when he es home； he'll stay in our yard and not want to roam around so much。〃
〃Or cross the road？〃 Ellie asked。
She may be only five； Louis thought； but she's sure no slouch。 〃Or cross the road；〃 he agreed。
〃Yay！〃 Ellie said； and that was the end of the subject。
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 school bus 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 unfortable nonetheless。 It occurred to him that the I'm sorry！ 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… pletely all right。 She stood back； made a minute adjustment to his tie； and looked him up and down critically。
〃Do I pass muster； Sarge？〃 he asked。
〃You look very nice。〃
〃Yeah； I know。 But do I look like a heart surgeon？ A two…hundred…thousand…dollar…a…year man？〃
〃No； just old Lou Creed；〃 she said and giggled。 〃The rock…and…roll animal。〃
Louis glanced at his watch。 〃The rock…and…roll animal has got to put on his boogie shoes and go；〃 he said。
〃Are you nervous？〃
〃Yeah； a little。〃
〃Don't be；〃 she said。 〃It's sixty…seven thousand dollars a year for putting on Ace bandages； prescribing for the flu and for hangovers； giving girls the pill…〃
〃Don't forget the crab…and…louse lotion；〃 Louis said； smiling again。 One of the things that had surprised him on his first tour of the infirmary had been the supplies of Quell； which seemed to him enormous…more fitted to an army base infirmary than to one on a middle…sized university campus。
Miss Charlton； the head nurse； had smiled cynically。 〃Off campus apartments in the area are pretty tacky。 You'll see。 〃
He supposed he would。
〃Have a good day；〃 she said and kissed him again； lingeringly。 But when she pulled away； she was mock…stem。 〃And for Christ's sake remember that you're an administrator； not