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at was knocked over。 He had done that when the vision of Pascow approached； near the end of what he could remember of the dream。 Louis righted it absently and walked over to the deadfall。
He didn't like it。 The memory of all these weather…whitened branches and dead trees turning into a pile of bones still had the power to chill。 He forced himself to reach out and touch one。 Balanced precariously on the jackstraw pile； it rolled and fell； bouncing down the side of the heap。 Louis jumped back a step before it could touch his shoe。
He walked along the deadfall； first to the left； then to the right。 On both sides the underbrush closed in so thickly as to be impenetrable。 Nor was it the kind of brush you'd try to push your way through…not if you were smart； Louis thought。 There were lush masses of poison ivy growing close to the ground （all his life Louis had heard people boast that they were immune to the stuff； but he knew that almost no one really was）； and farther in were some of the biggest； most wicked…looking thorns he had ever seen。
Louis strolled back to the rough center of the deadfall。 He looked at it； hands stuck in the back pockets of his jeans。
You're not going to try to climb that； are you？
Not me； boss。 Why would I want to do a stupid thing like that？
Great。 Had me worried for just a minute there； Lou。 Looks like a good way to land in your own infirmary with a broken ankle； doesn't it？
Sure does！ Also； it's getting dark。
Sure that he was all together and in total agreement with himself； Louis began to climb the deadfall。
He was halfway up when he felt it shift under his feet with a peculiar creaking sound。
Roll dem bones； Doc。
When the pile shifted again； Louis began to clamber back down。 The tail of his shirt had pulled out of his pants。
He reached solid ground without incident and dusted crumbled bits of bark off his hands。 He walked back to the head of the path which would return him to his house…to his children who would want a story before bed； to Church； who was enjoying his last day as a card…carrying tomcat and lady…killer； to tea in the kitchen with his wife after the kids were down。
He surveyed the clearing again before leaving； struck by its green silence。 Tendrils of ground fog had appeared from nowhere and were beginning； to wind around the markers。 Those concentric circles。 。 。 as if； all unknowing； the childish hands of North Ludlow's generations had built a kind of scale…model Stonehenge。
But； Louis； is this all？
Although he had gotten only the barest glimpse over the top of the deadfall before the shifting sensation had made him nervous； he could have sworn there was a path beyond； leading deeper into the woods。
No business of yours； Louis。 You've got to let this go。
Okay； boss。
Louis turned and headed home。
He stayed up that night an hour after Rachel went to bed； reading a stack of medical journals he had already been through； refusing to admit that the thought of going to bed…going to sleep
…made him nervous。 He had never had an episode of somnambulism before； and there was no way to be sure it was an isolated incident。 。 。 until it did or didn't happen again。
He heard Rachel get out of bed； and then she called down softly； 〃Lou？ Hon？ You ing up？〃
〃Just was；〃 he said； turning out the lamp over his study desk and getting up。
It took a good deal longer than seven minutes to shut the machine down that night。 Listening to Rachel draw the long； calm breaths of deep sleep beside him； the apparition of Victor Pascow seemed less dreamlike。 He would close his eyes and see the door crashing open and there he was； Our Special Guest Star； Victor Pascow； standing there in his jogging shorts； pallid under his summer tan； his collarbone poking up。
He would slide down toward sleep； think about how it would be to e fully； coldly awake in the Pet Sematary； to see those roughly concentric circles litten by moonlight； to have to walk back； awake； along the path through the woods。 He would think these things and then snap fully awake again。
It was sometime after midnight when sleep finally crept up on his blind side and bagged him。 There were no dreams。 He woke up promptly at seven…thirty； to the sound of cold autumn rain beating against the window。 He threw the sheets back with some apprehension。 The ground sheet on his bed was flawless。 No purist would describe his feet； with their rings of heel calluses； that way； but they were at least clean。
Louis caught himself whistling in the shower。
19
Missy Dandridge kept Gage while Rachel ran Winston Churchill to the vet's office。 That night Ellie stayed awake until after eleven； plaining querulously that she couldn't sleep without Church and calling for glass after glass of water。 Finally Louis refused to let her have any more on the grounds that she would wet the bed。 This caused a crying tantrum of such ferocity that Rachel and Louis stared at each other blankly； eyebrows raised。
〃She's scared for Church；〃 Rachel said。 〃Let her work it out； Lou。〃
〃She can't keep it up at that pitch for long；〃 Louis said。 〃I hope。〃
He was right。 Ellie's hoarse； angry cries became hitches and hiccups and moans。 Finally there was silence。 When Louis went up to check on her； he found she was sleeping on the floor with her arms wrapped tightly around the cat bed that Church hardly even deigned to sleep in。
He removed it from her arms； put her back in bed； brushed her hair back from her sweaty brow gently； and kissed her； On impulse he went into the small room that served as Rachel's office； wrote a quick note in large block letters on a sheet of paper… I WILL BE BACK TOMORROW； LOVE； CHURCH…and pinned it to the cushion on the bottom of the cat bed。 Then he went into his bedroom； looking for Rachel。 Rachel was there。 They made love and fell asleep in each other's arms。
Church returned home on the Friday of Louis's first full week of work； Ellie made much of him； used part of her allowance to buy him a box of cat treats； and nearly slapped Gage once for trying to touch him。 This made Cage cry in a way mere parental discipline could never have done。 Receiving a rebuke from Ellie was like receiving a rebuke from Cod。
Looking at Church made Louis feel sad。 It was ridiculous； but that didn't change the emotion。 There was no sign of Church's former feistiness。 No more did he walk like a gunslinger； now his walk was the slow； careful walk of the convalescent。 He allowed Ellie to hand…feed him。 He showed no sign of wanting to go outside； not even to the garage。 He had changed。 Perhaps it was ultimately for the better that he had changed。
Neither Rachel nor Ellie seemed to notice。
20
Indian summer came and went。 Brazen color came into the trees； rioted briefly； and then faded。 After one cold； driving rain in mid…October； the leaves started to fall。 Ellie began to arrive home laden with Halloween decorations she had made at school and entertained Gage with the story of the Headless Horseman。 Gage spent that evening babbling happily about somebody named Itchybod Brain。 Rachel got giggling and couldn't stop。 It was a good time for them； that early autumn。
Louis's work at the university had settled into a demanding but pleasant routine。 He saw patients； he attended meetings of the Council of Colleges； he wrote the obligatory letters to the student newspaper； advising the university's co…ed population of the confidentiality of the infirmary's treatment for VD and exhorting the student population to get flu boosters； as the A…type was apt to be prevalent again that winter。 He sat on panels。 He chaired panels。 During the second week in October； he went to the New England Conference on College and University Medicine in Providence and presented a paper on the legal ramifications of student treatment。 Victor Pascow was mentioned in his paper under the fictitious name of 〃Henry Montez。〃 The paper was well received。 He began working up the infirmary budget for the next academic year。
His evenings fell into a routine： kids after supper； a beer or two with Jud Crandall later。 Sometimes Rachel came over with him if Missy was available to sit for an hour； and sometimes Norma joined them； but mostly it was just Louis and Jud。 Louis found the old man as fortable as an old slipper； and he would talk about Ludlow history going back three hundred years almost as though he had lived all of it。 He talked but never rambled。 He never bored Louis； although he had seen Rachel yawning under her hand on more than one occasion。
He would cross the road to his house again before ten on most evenings； and； like as not； he and Rachel would make love。 Never since the first year of their marriage had they made love so often； and never so successfully and pleasurably。 Rachel said she believed it was something in the artesian well water； Louis opted for the Maine air。
The nasty death of Victor Pascow on the first day of the fall semester began to fade in the memory of the student body and in Louis's own； Pascow's family no doubt still grieved。 Louis had spoken to the tearful； mercifully faceless voice of Pascow's father on the telephone； the father ha