Authors: Stephen King
His son was standing in the middle of the floor with his hands over his face, weeping.
'Kevin,' he said quietly, and put his arms around his boy.
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The Sun Dog
'I had to take its picture,' Kevin said through his tears and through his hands. 'It was the only way to get rid of it. I had to take the rotten whoredog's picture.
That's
what I mean to say.'
'Yes.' He hugged him tighter. 'Yes, and you did it.'
Kevin looked at his father with naked, streaming eyes.
'That's
how I had to shoot it, Dad. Do you see?'
'Yes,' his father said. 'Yes, I see that.' He kissed Kevin's hot cheek again. 'Let's go home, son.'
He tightened his grip around Kevin's shoulders, wanting to lead him toward the door and away from the smoking, bloody body of the old man (Kevin hadn't really noticed yet, Mr Delevan thought, but if they spent much longer here, he would), and for a moment Kevin resisted him.
'What are people going to
say?'
Kevin asked, and his tone was so prim and spinsterish that Mr Delevan laughed in spite of his own sizzling nerves.
'Let them say whatever they want,' he told Kevin. 'They'll never get within shouting distance of the truth, and I don't think anyone will try very hard, anyway.' He paused. 'No one really liked him much, you know.'
'I never
want
to be in shouting distance of the truth,' Kevin whispered. 'Let's go home.'
'Yes. I love you, Kevin.'
'I love you, too,' Kevin said hoarsely, and they went out of the smoke and the stink of old things best left forgotten and into the bright light of day.
It was Kevin Delevan's sixteenth birthday, and he got exactly what he wanted: a WordStar 70 PC and word processer. It was a seventeen-hundred-dollar toy, and his parents could never have afforded it in the old days, but in January, about three months after that final confrontation in the Emporium Galorium, Aunt Hilda had died quietly in her sleep. She had indeed Done Something for Kevin and Meg; had, in fact, Done Quite a Lot for the Whole Family. When the will cleared probate in early june, the Delevans found themselves richer by nearly seventy thousand dollars
...
and that was after taxes, not before.
'Jeez, it's neat! Thank you!' Kevin cried, and kissed his mother, his father, and even his sister, Meg (who giggled but, being a year older, made no attempt to rub it off; Kevin couldn't decide if this change was a step in the right direction or not). He spent much of the afternoon in his room, fussing over it and trying out the test program. Around four o'clock, he came downstairs and into his father's den. 'Where's Mom and Meg?' he asked.
'They've gone out to the craft fair at
...
Kevin? Kevin, what's wrong?'
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The Sun Dog
'You better come upstairs,' Kevin said hollowly.
At the door to his room, he turned his pale face toward his father's equally pale face. There was something more to pay, Mr Delevan had been thinking as he followed his son up the stairs. Of course there was. And hadn't he also learned that from Reginald Marion 'Pop' Merrill? The debt you incurred was what hurt you. It was the
interest
that broke your back.
'Can we get another one of these?' Kevin asked, pointing to the laptop computer which stood open on his desk, glowing a mystic yellow oblong of light onto the blotter.
'I don't know,' Mr Delevan said, approaching the desk. Kevin stood behind him, a pallid watcher. 'I guess, if we
had
to
He stopped, looking down at the screen.
'I booted up the word-processing program and typed "The quick brown fox jumped over the lazy sleeping dog,"'
Kevin said. 'Only that was what came out of the printer.'
Mr Delevan stood, silently reading the hard copy. His hands and forehead felt very cold. The words there read: The dog is loose again.
It is not sleeping.
It is not lazy.
It's coming for you, Kevin.
The original debt was what hurt you, he thought again; it was the interest that broke your back. The last two lines read:
It's very hungry.
And it's VERY angry.
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