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Also, in those days Als Famous Fatburger sold for two-fifty. Then how in hell do you sell it for less than half that now? Unless it really is cat. He snorted, a sound that produced a phlegmy echo of itself deep in his chest. Do i know what people say? What else can you do? Stop people from talking? You might as well try to stop the wind from blowing. Al smiled. Ste phe n K in g Yeah, gettin off on one of those sidetracks, i know, but at least this ones part of the story.

And its all because of whats behind that pantry door. What are you talking about? He looked at me steadily from his watery, newly old eyes. Talkings done for now. You need to find out for yourself. Go on, open it. Think of it as a dying mans last request, he said. Go on, buddy. Open the door. There were shelves stacked with big restaurant-sized cans on both walls. At the far end of the room, where the roof curved down, were some cleaning supplies, although the broom and mop had to lie flat The floor was the same dark gray linoleum as the floor of the diner, but rather than the faint odor of cooked meat, in here there was the scent of coffee, vegetables, and spices.

There was another smell, too, faint and not so pleasant. Okay, i said. You get an A in supply management, if there is such a thing. What do you smell? Spices, mostly. Maybe air freshener, too, im not sure. Uh-huh, i use Glade. Are you saying you dont smell anything else? Yeah, theres something. Kind of sulphury. Makes me think of burnt matches. Did cancer treatments make you fart? Other stuff, too, none of it chanel no. More craziness, but all i said in a tone of absurd cocktail-party politeness was, really?

He smiled again, exposing those gaps where teeth had been the day before. What youre too polite to say is that Worumbo has been closed since Hector was a pup. That in fact it mostly burned to the ground back in the late eighties, and whats standing out there nowhe jerked a thumb back over his shoulderis nothing but a mill outlet store.

Youre also thinking its about time you grabbed your cell phone and called for the men in the white coats. That about the size of it, buddy? You arent going to call anybody, youre right about that, because i want you to give me your cell phone, your wallet, and all Ste phe n K in g the money you have in your pockets, coins included.

Will you do that? How long is this going to take, Al? Take an hour and really look around, if you want, but i wouldnt, not the first time, because its a shock to the system.

Youll see. Will you trust me on this? Something he saw on my face tightened his lips over that reduced set of teeth. Please, Jake. Dying mans request. His eyes seemed to have retreated deeper into their sockets in the short time wed been talking. Also, he was exhausted. Just the two dozen steps from the booth at one end of the diner to the pantry at the other had left him swaying on his feet.

And the bloody handkerchief, i reminded myself. Dont forget the bloody handkerchief. Let go and let God, they like to say in the meetings my ex-wife goes to, but i decided this was going to be a case of let go and let Al.

Up to a point, at any rate. And hey, i told myself, you have to go through more rigamarole than this just to get on an airplane these days. He isnt even asking me to put my shoes on a conveyor. Keep the keys, they dont matter. Well, they did to me, but i kept my mouth shut. Al reached into his pocket and brought out a sheaf of bills considerably thicker than the one id deposited on top of the carton.

He held the wad out to me. Mad money. Go on and take it. Why wouldnt i use my own money for that? Just as if this crazy conversation made sense. The experience will answer most of your questions better than i could even if i was feeling tip-top, and right now im on the absolute other side of the world from tip-top.

Take the money. There were ones on top and they looked okay. Then i came to a five, and that looked both okay and not okay. Al sounded wearily amused. Maybe notit felt as real as it lookedbut there was no bleedthrough image. Just put the money in your pocket, Jake. Are you carrying a pocket calculator? Any other electronics? Turn around so youre looking at the back of the pantry.

The who? The what? The Yellow card Man. Thats just what i call him, i dont know his real name. Here, take this. He rummaged in his pocket, then handed me a fifty-cent piece.

Maybe not since i was a kid. Of course its valuable, its worth half a buck. He got coughing, and this time it shook him like a hard wind, but he waved me off when i started toward him.

He leaned on the stack of cartons with my stuff on top, spat into the wad of napkins, looked, winced, and then closed his fist around them. His haggard face was now running with sweat. Ste phe n K in g Hot flash, or somethin like it. Damn cancers screwing with my thermostat along with the rest of my shit. About the Yellow card Man. Hes a wino, and hes harmless, but hes not like anyone else. Well youre not doing a very good job, i said.

Hes gonna say, i got a yellow card from the greenfront, so gimme a buck because todays double-money day.

You got that? Got it. The shit kept getting deeper. And he does have a yellow card, tucked in the brim of his hat. So you say, i cant spare a buck but heres half a rock, and you give it to him. Then he may say. Al raised one of his now skeletal fingers. He may say something like, Why are you here or Where did you come from. He may even say something like, Youre not the same guy. Theres so much about this i dont know.

Whatever he says, just leave him there by the drying shedwhich is where hes sittingand go out the gate. When you go hell probably say, i know you could spare a buck, you cheap bastard, but pay no attention. Dont look back. He gave me an ironic smile. After that, buddy, the world is yours. Drying shed? Little ones. Pretend youre trying to find the top of a staircase with all the lights outcareful like that. One step. A few more steps and id have to get on my knees.

That i had no intention of doing, dying mans request or not. Al, this is stupid. Unless you want me to bring you a carton of fruit cocktail or some of these little jelly packets, theres nothing i can do in h That was when my foot went down, the way your foot does when youre starting down a flight of steps.

There you go, Al said. The gravel had gone out of his voice, at least temporarily; the words were soft with satisfaction. You found it, buddy. What exactly was i experiencing? The power of suggestion seemed the most likely answer, since no matter what i felt, i could see my foot on the floor. You know how, on a bright day, you can close your eyes and see an afterimage of whatever you were just looking at? When i looked at my foot, i saw it on the floor.

And it wasnt in the dim light of a sixty-watt bulb, either. Go on, Al said. Just go on. He coughed harshly, then said in a kind of desperate growl: I need you to do this.

God help me, i did. Open navigation menu. Close suggestions Search Search. User Settings. Skip carousel. Carousel Previous. Carousel Next. What is Scribd? Written by Stephen King. Document Information click to expand document information Description: In this brilliantly conceived tour de force, Stephen King—who has absorbed the social, political, and popular culture of his generation more imaginatively and thoroughly than any other writer—takes readers on an incredible journey into the past and the possibility of altering it.

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Flag for inappropriate content. Download now. Related titles. Carousel Previous Carousel Next. This novel is about the time travel in which Jake is assigned a mission to stop the crime. The mission seems to look easy as you just go to past and make some arrangements. But when comes to reality, all the past is against you and there is no one through which you can get the help.

He also has the adventure and visits the new cities in their past perspectives which includes Texas, Maine, and Florida. The Jake also fall in love which may distract him from the mission he appointed. There are various interesting characters which are there along with unique abilities and observation power. This novel is best than any TV show ever, it includes the realistic graph and action stories. Did he made successful in his mission or struck out there his whole life? Latest Pages.

Publication date Topics Kennedy, John F. What if you could change it back? The author's new novel is about a man who travels back in time to prevent the JFK assassination. In this novel that is a tribute to a simpler era, he sweeps readers back in time to another moment, a real life moment, when everything went wrong: the JFK assassination.

And he introduces readers to a character who has the power to change the course of history. He receives an essay from one of the students, a gruesome, harrowing first person story about the night fifty years ago when Harry Dunning's father came home and killed his mother, his sister, and his brother with a hammer. Harry escaped with a smashed leg, as evidenced by his crooked walk. Not much later, Jake's friend Al, who runs the local diner, divulges a secret: his storeroom is a portal to He enlists Jake on an insane, and insanely possible, mission to try to prevent the Kennedy assassination.