sk.petsematary-第83部分

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s　lying　on　his　side；　looking　around　with　a　stupid；　drugged　fury。　And　for　some　reason　Rachel　was　there　too；　and　she'd　had　some　sort　of　accident　at　the　dinner　table
　　…spilled　a　bottle　of　catsup　or　maybe　dropped　a　dish　of　cranberry　jelly；　maybe；　because　her　dress　was　splattered　with　red　stains。
　　And　then；　rising　behind　the　deadfall　to　a　titanic　height；　its　skin　a　cracked　reptilian　yellow；　its　eyes　great　hooded　foglamps；　its　'ears　not　ears　at　all　but　massive　curling　horns；　was　the　Wendigo；　a　beast　that　looked　like　a　lizard　born　of　a　woman。　It　pointed　its　horny；　nailed　finger　at　all　of　them　as　they　craned　their　necks　up　and　up　to　watch　it。
　　〃Stop；〃　he　whispered　and　shuddered　at　the　sound　of　his　own　voice。　He　would　go　out　into　the　kitchen；　he　decided；　and　make　himself　breakfast　just　as　if　it　were　any　ordinary　day。　A　bachelor　breakfast；　full　of　forting　cholesterol。　A　couple　of　fried…egg　sandwiches　with　mayo　and　a　slice　of　Bermuda　onion　on　each　one。　He　smelled　sweaty　and　dirty　and　cruddy；　but　he　would　save　the　shower　for　later；　right　now　getting　undressed　seemed　like　too　much　work；　and　he　was　afraid　he　might　have　to　get　the　scalpel　out　of　his　bag　and　actually　cut　the　leg　of　the　pants　open　in　order　to　allow　his　bloated　knee　to　escape。　A　hell　of　a　way　to　treat　good　instruments；　but　none　of　the　knives　in　the　house　would　cut　the　heavy　jeans　fabric；　and　Rachel's　sewing　scissors　certainly　would　not　do　the　trick。
　　But　first；　breakfast。
　　So　he　crossed　the　living　room　and　then　detoured　into　the　front　entry　and　looked　out　at　the　small　blue　car　in　Jud's　driveway。　It　was　covered　with　dewfall；　which　meant　it　had　been　there　for　some　time。　Church　was　still　on　the　roof　but　not　sleeping。　He　appeared　to　be　staring　right　at　Louis　with　his　ugly　yellow…green　eyes。
　　Louis　stepped　back　hurriedly；　as　if　someone　had　caught　him　peeking。
　　He　went　into　the　kitchen；　rattled　out　a　frying　pan；　put　it　on　the　stove；　got　eggs　from　the　fridge。　The　kitchen　was　bright　and　crisp　and　clear。　He　tried　to　whistle…a　whistle　would　bring　the　morning　into　its　proper　focus…but　he　could　not。　Things　looked　right；　but　they　weren't　right。　The　house　seemed　dreadfully　empty；　and　last　night's　work　weighed　on　him。　Things　were　wrong；　awry；　he　felt　a　shadow　hovering；　and　he　was　afraid。
　　He　limped　into　the　bathroom　and　took　a　couple　of　aspirin　with　a　glass　of　orange　juice。　He　was　working　his　way　back　to　the　stove　when　the　telephone　rang。
　　He　did　not　answer　it　immediately　but　turned　and　looked　at　it；　feeling　slow　and　stupid；　a　sucker　in　some　game　which　he　was　only　now　realizing　he　did　not　understand　in　the　least。
　　Don't　answer　that；　you　don't　want　to　answer　that　because　that's　the　bad　news；　that's　the　end　of　the　leash　that　leads　around　the　corner　and　into　the　darkness；　and　I　don't　think　you　want　to　see　what's　on　the　other　end　of　that　leash；　Louis；　I　really　don't　think　you　do；　so　don't　answer　that　phone；　run；　run　now；　the　car's　in　the　garage；　get　in　it　and　take　off；　but　don't　answer　that　phone…　He　crossed　the　room　and　picked　it　up；　standing　there　with　one　hand　on　the　dryer　as　he　had　so　many　times　before；　and　it　was　Irwin　Goldman；　and　even　as　Irwin　said　hello　Louis　saw　the　tracks　crossing　the　kitchen…small；　muddy　tracks…and　his　heart　seemed　to　freeze　in　his　chest；　and　he　believed　he　could　feel　his　eyeballs　swelling　in　his　head；　starting　from　their　sockets；　he　believed　that　if　he　could　have　seen　himself　in　a　mirror　at　that　moment　he　would　have　seen　a　face　out　of　a　seventeenth…century　painting　of　a　lunatic　asylum。　They　were　Gage's　tracks；　Gage　had　been　here；　he　had　been　here　in　the　night；　and　so　where　was　he　now？
　　〃It's　Irwin；　Louis。　。　。　Louis？　Are　you　there？　Hello？〃
　　〃Hello；　Irwin；〃　he　said；　and　already　he　knew　what　Irwin　was　going　to　say。　He　understood　the　blue　car。　He　understood　everything。　The　leash　。　。　。　the　leash　going　into　the　darkness　。　。　。　he　was　moving　fast　along　it　now；　hand　over　hand。　Ah；　if　he　could　drop　it　before　he　saw　what　was　at　the　end！　But　it　was　his　leash。　He　had　bought　it。
　　〃For　a　moment　I　thought　we'd　been　cut　off；〃　Goldman　was　saying。
　　〃No；　the　phone　slipped　out　of　my　hand；〃　Louis　said。　His　voice　was　calm。
　　〃Did　Rachel　make　it　home　last　night？〃
　　〃Oh　yes；〃　Louis　said；　thinking　of　the　blue　car；　Church　perched　on　top　of　it；　the　blue　car　that　was　so　still。　His　eye　traced　the　muddy　footprints　on　the　floor。
　　〃I　ought　to　speak　to　her；〃　Goldman　said。　〃Right　away。　It's　about　Eileen。〃
　　〃Ellie？　What　about　Ellie？〃
　　〃I　really　think　Rachel…〃
　　〃Rachel's　not　here　right　now；〃　Louis　said　harshly。　〃She's　gone　to　the　store　for　bread　and　milk。　What　about　Ellie？　e　on；　Irwin！〃
　　〃We　had　to　take　her　to　the　hospital；〃　Goldman　said　reluctantly。　〃She　had　a　bad　dream　or　a　whole　series　of　them。　She　was　hysterical　and　wouldn't　e　out　of　it。　She…〃
　　〃Did　they　sedate　her？〃
　　〃What？〃
　　〃Sedation；〃　Louis　said　impatiently；　〃did　they　give　her　sedation？〃
　　〃Yes；　oh　yes。　They　gave　her　a　pill；　and　she　went　back　to　sleep。〃
　　〃Did　she　say　anything？　What　scared　her　so　badly？〃　He　was　gripping　the　phone　white…knuckled　now。
　　Silence　from　Irwin　Goldman's　end…a　long　silence。　This　time　Louis　did　not　interrupt；　much　as　he　would　have　liked　to。
　　〃That　was　what　scared　Dory　so　badly；〃　Irwin　said　finally。　〃She　babbled　a　lot　before　she　got　。　。　。　before　she　was　crying　too　hard　to　understand。　Dory　herself　was　almost。　。　。　you　know。〃
　　〃What　did　she　say？〃
　　〃She　said　Oz　the　Great　and　Terrible　had　killed　her　mother。　Only　she　didn't　say　it　that　way。　She　said　。　。　。　she　said　'Oz　the　Gweat　and　Tewwible；'　which　was　the　way　our　other　daughter　always　used　to　say　it。　Our　daughter　Zelda。　Louis；　believe　me　when　I　say　I　would　much　rather　have　asked　Rachel　this　question；　but　how　much　have　you　and　she　told　Eileen　about　Zelda　and　how　she　died？〃
　　Louis　had　closed　his　eyes；　the　world　seemed　to　be　rocking　gently　under　his　feet；　and　Goldman's　voice　had　the　lost　quality　of　a　voice　ing　through　thick　mists。
　　You　may　hear　sounds　like　voices；　but　they　are　only　the　loons　down　south　toward　Prospect。　The　sound　carries。
　　〃Louis；　are　you　there？〃
　　〃Is　she　going　to　be　all　right？〃　Louis　asked；　his　own　voice　distant。　〃Is　Ellie　going　to　be　all　right？　Did　you　get　a　prognosis？〃
　　〃Delayed　shock　from　the　funeral；〃　Goldman　said。　〃My　own　doctor　came。　Lathrop。　A　good　man。　Said　she　had　a　degree　of　fever　and　that　when　she　woke　up　this　afternoon；　she　might　not　even　remember。　But　I　think　Rachel　should　e　back。　Louis；　I　am　frightened。　I　think　you　should　e　back　too。〃
　　Louis　did　not　respond。　The　eye　of　God　was　on　the　sparrow；　so　said　good　King　James。　Louis；　however；　was　a　lesser　being；　and　his　eye　was　on　those　muddy　footprints。
　　〃Louis；　Gage　is　dead；〃　Goldman　was　saying。　〃I　know　that　must　be　hard　to　accept…for　you　and　Rachel　both…but　your　daughter　is　very　much　alive；　and　she　needs　you。〃
　　Yes；　I　accept　that。　You　may　be　a　stupid　old　fart；　Irwin；　but　perhaps　the　nightmare　that　passed　between　your　two　daughters　on　that　April　day　in　1965　taught　you　something　about　sensitivity。
　　She　needs　me；　but　I　can't　e；　because　I'm　afraid…so　terribly　afraid…that　my　hands　are　filthy　with　her　mother's　blood。
　　Louis　regarded　those　hands。　Louis　regarded　the　dirt　under　his　nails；　which　was　so　like　the　dirt　which　prised　those　footprints　on　the　kitchen　floor。
　　〃All　right；〃　he　said；　〃I　understand。　We'll　be　there　as　soon　as　we　can；　Irwin。　By　tonight；　if　that's　possible。　Thank　you。〃
　　〃We　did　the　best　we　could；〃　Goldman　said。　〃Maybe　we're　too　old。　Maybe；　Louis；　maybe　we　always　were。〃
　　〃Did　she　say　anything　else？〃　Louis　asked。
　　Goldman's　reply　was　like　the　toll　of　a　funeral　bell　against　the　wall　of　his　heart。　〃A　lot；　but　only　one　other　thing　I　could　make　out：　'Paxcow　says　it's　too　late。〃
　　He　hung　up　the　telephone　and　moved　back　toward　the　stove　in　a　daze；　apparently　meaning　to　continue　on　with　breakfast　or　put　the　things　away；　he　didn't　know　which；　and　about　halfway　across　the　kitchen　a　wave　of　faintness　poured　over　him；　floating　gray　overcame　his　sight；　and　he　swooned　to　the　floor…〃swoon〃　was　the　right　word　because　it　seemed　to　take　forever。　He　fell　down　and　down　through　cloudy　depths；　it　seemed　to　him　that　he　turned　over　and　over；　looped　the　loop；　did　a　dipsy　doodle　or　two；　slipped　an　Immelmann。　Then　he　struck　on　his　bad　knee　and　the　chromium　bolt　of　pain　through　his　head　brought　him　back　with　a　scream　of　agony。　For　a　moment　he　could　only　crouch；　the　tears　starting　from　his　eyes。
　　At　last　he　made　it　back　to　his　feet　and　stood　there；　swaying。　But　his　head　was　clear　again。　That　was　something。　wasn't　it？
　　The　urge　to　flee　came　on　him　again　for　the　last　time；　stronger　than　ever…he　actually　felt　the　forting　bulge　of　his　car　keys　in　his　pocket。　He　would　get　in　the　Civic　and　drive　to　Chicago。　He　would　get　Ellie　and　go　on　from　there。　Of　course　by　then　Goldman　would　know　something　was　wrong；　that　something　was　dreadfully　amiss；　but　he　would　get　her　anyway。　。　。　snatch　her；　if　he　had　to。
　　Then　his　hand　fell　away　from　the　bulge　of　the　keys。　What　killed　the　urge　was　not　a　sense　of　futility；　not　guilt；　not　despair　or　the　deep　weariness　inside　him。　It　was　the　sight　of　those　muddy　footprints　on　the　kitchen　floor。　In　his　mind's　eye　he　could　see　them　tracing