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15； numbing Louis's cheeks and whipping away the white plume of his breath。 He shuddered； but not from the cold。 It was a feeling of aloneness that made him shudder。 It was strong and persuasive。 There seemed no way to concretize it with a metaphor。 It was faceless。 He just felt by himself； untouched and untouching。
He saw Jud across the road； bundled up in his big green dufile coat； his face lost in the shadow cast by the fur…fringed hood。 Standing on his frozen lawn； he looked like a piece of statuary； just another dead thing in this twilight landscape where no bird sang。
Louis started across； and then Jud moved…waved him back。 Shouted something Louis could not make out over the pervasive whine of the wind。 Louis stepped back； realizing suddenly that the wind's whine had deepened and sharpened。 A moment later an air…horn blatted and an Orinco truck roared past close enough to make his pants and jacket flap。 Damned if he hadn't almost walked right out in front of the thing。
This time he checked both ways before crossing。 There was only the tanker's taillights； dwindling into the twilight。
〃Thought that 'Rinco truck was gonna get you；〃 Jud said。 〃Have a care； Louis。〃 Even this close； Louis couldn't see Jud's face； and the unfortable feeling persisted that this could have been anyone。 。 。 anyone at all。
〃Where's Norma？〃 he asked； still not looking down at the sprawled bundle of fur by Jud's foot。
〃Went to the Thanksgiving church service；〃 he said。 〃She'll stay to the supper； I guess； although I don't think she'll eat nothing。 She's gotten peckish。〃 The wind gusted； shifting the hood back momentarily； and Louis saw that it was indeed Jud…who else would it have been？ 〃It's mostly an excuse for a hen paaaty；〃 Jud said。 〃They don't eat much but sanwidges after the big meal at noon。 She'll be back around eight。〃
Louis knelt down to look at the cat。 Don't let it be Church； he wished fervently； as he turned its head gently on its neck with gloved fingers。 Let it be someone else's cat； let Jud be wrong。
But of course it was Church。 He was in no way mangled or disfigured； he had not been run over by one of the big tankers or semis that cruised Route 15 （just what was that Orinco truck doing out on Thanksgiving？ he wondered randomly）。 Church's eyes were half…open； as glazed as green marbles。 A small flow of blood had e from his mouth； which was also open。 Not a great deal of blood； just enough to stain the white bib on his chest。
〃Yours； Louis？〃
〃Mine；〃 he agreed and sighed。
He was aware for the first time that he had loved Church…maybe not as fervently as Ellie but in his own absent way。 In the weeks following his castration； Church had changed； had gotten fat and slow； had established a…routine that took him between Ellie's bed； the couch； and his dish but rarely out of the house。 Now； in death； he looked to Louis like the old Church。 The mouth so small and bloody； filled with needle…sharp cat's teeth； was frozen in a shooter's snarl。 The dead eyes seemed furious。 It was as if after the short and placid stupidity of his life as a neuter； Church had rediscovered his real nature in dying。
〃Yeah； it's Church；〃 he said。 〃I'll be damned if I know how I'm going to tell Ellie about it。〃
Suddenly he had an idea。 He would bury Church up in the Pet Sematary with no marker or any of that foolishness。 He would say nothing to Ellie on the phone tonight about Church； tomorrow he would mention casually that he hadn't seen Church around； the day after he would suggest that perhaps Church had wandered off。 Cats did that sometimes。 Ellie would be upset； sure； but there would be none of the finality 。 。 。 no reprise of Rachel's upsetting refusal to deal with death。 。 。 just a withering away。
Coward； part of his mind pronounced。
Yes。 。 。 no argument。 But who needs this hassle？
〃Loves that cat pretty well； doesn't she？〃 Jud asked。
〃Yes；〃 Louis said absently。 He moved Church's head again。 The cat had begun to stiffen； but the head still moved much more easily than it should have。 Broken neck。 Yeah。 Given that； he thought he could reconstruct what had happened。 Church had been crossing the road…for what reason God alone knew…and a car or truck had hit him； breaking his neck and throwing him aside onto Jud Crandall's lawn。 Or perhaps the cat's neck had been broken when he struck the frozen ground。 It didn't matter。 Either way the remains remained the same。 Church was dead。
He glanced up at Jud； about to tell him his conclusions； but Jud was looking away toward that fading orange line of light at the horizon。 His hood had fallen back halfway； and his face seemed thoughtful and stern。 。 。 harsh； even。
Louis pulled the green garbage bag out of his pocket and unfolded it； holding it tightly to keep the wind from whipping it away。 The brisk crackling sound of the bag seemed to bring Jud back to this here and now。
〃Yes； I guess she loves it pretty well；〃 Jud said。 His use of the present tense felt slightly eerie 。 。 。 the whole setting； with the fading light； the cold； and the wind； struck him as eerie and gothic。
Here's Heathcliff out on the desolate moors； Louis thought； grimacing against the cold。 Getting ready to pop the family cat into a Hefty Bag。 Yowza。
He grabbed Church's tail； spread the mouth of the bag； and lifted the cat。 He pulled a disgusted； unhappy face at the sound the cat's body made ing up…rrrriiippp as he pulled it out of the frost it had set into。 The cat seemed almost unbelievably heavy； as if death had settled into it like a physical weight。 Christ； he feels like a bucket of sand。
Jud held the other side of the bag； and Louis dropped Church in； glad to be rid of that strange； unpleasant weight。
〃What are you going to do with it now？〃 Jud asked。
〃Put him in the garage； I guess；〃 Louis said。 〃Bury him in the morning。〃
〃In the Pet Sematary？〃
Louis shrugged。 〃Suppose so。〃
〃Going to tell Ellie？〃
〃I。 。 。 I'll have to mull that one over awhile。〃
Jud was quiet a moment longer； and then he seemed to reach a decision。 〃Wait here a minute or two； Louis。〃
Jud moved away； with no apparent thought that Louis might not want to wait just a minute on this bitter night。 He moved away with assurance and that lithe ease which was so strange in a man of his age。 And Louis found he had nothing to say anyway。 He didn't feel much like himself。 He watched Jud go； quite content to stand here。
He raised his face into the wind after the door had clicked closed； the garbage bag with Church's body in it riffling between his feet。
Content。
Yes； he was。 For the first time since they had moved to Maine； he felt that he was in his place； that he was home。 Standing here by himself in the afterglow of the day； standing on the rim of winter； he felt unhappy and yet oddly exhilarated and strangely whole…whole in a way he had not been； or could not remember feeling that he had been； since childhood。
Something gonna happen here； Bubba。 Something pretty weird； I think。
He tilted his head back and saw cold winter stars in a blackening sky。
How long he stood like that he did not know； although it could not have been long in terms of seconds and minutes。 Then a light flickered on Jud's porch； bobbed； approached the porch door； and descended the steps。 It was Jud behind a big four…cell flashlight。 In his other hand he held what Louis at first thought was a large X。 。 。 and then he saw that it was a pick and shovel。
He handed the shovel to Louis； who took it in his free hand。
〃Jud； what the hell are you up to？ We can't bury him tonight。〃
〃Yeah； we can。 And we're gonna。〃 Jud's face was lost behind the glaring circle of the flashlight。
〃Jud； it's dark。 It's late。 And cold…〃
〃e on；〃 Jud said。 〃Let's get it done。〃
Louis shook his head and tried to begin again； but the words came hard…the words of explanation and reason。 They seemed so meaningless against the low shriek of the wind； the seedling bed of stars in the black。
〃It can wait till tomorrow when we can see…〃
〃Does she love the cat？〃
〃Yes； but…〃 jud's voice； soft and somehow logical： 〃And do you love her？〃
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