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"
Nobody
’
s
American
,
"
said
Wednesday
.
"
Not
originally
.
That
’
s
my
point
.
"
He
checked
his
watch
.
"
We
still
have
several
hours
to
kill
before
the
banks
close
.
Good
job
last
night
with
Czernobog
,
by
the
way
.
I
would
have
closed
him
on
coming
eventually
,
but
you
enlisted
him
more
wholeheartedly
than
ever
I
could
have
.
"
"
Only
because
he
gets
to
kill
me
afterward
.
"
"
Not
necessarily
.
As
you
yourself
so
wisely
pointed
out
,
he
’
s
old
,
and
the
killing
stroke
might
merely
leave
you
,
well
,
paralyzed
for
life
,
say
.
A
hopeless
invalid
.
So
you
have
much
to
look
forward
to
,
should
Mister
Czernobog
survive
the
coming
difficulties
.
"
"
And
there
is
some
question
about
this
?
"
said
Shadow
,
echoing
Wednesday
’
s
manner
,
then
hating
himself
for
it
.
"
Fuck
yes
,
"
said
Wednesday
.
He
pulled
up
in
the
parking
lot
of
a
bank
.
"
This
,
"
he
said
,
"
is
the
bank
I
shall
be
robbing
.
They
don
’
t
close
for
another
few
hours
.
Let
’
s
go
in
and
say
hello
.
"
He
gestured
to
Shadow
.
Reluctantly
,
Shadow
got
out
of
the
car
and
followed
Wednesday
in
.
If
the
old
man
was
going
to
do
something
stupid
,
Shadow
could
see
no
reason
why
his
face
should
be
on
the
camera
;
but
curiosity
pulled
him
in
and
he
walked
into
the
bank
.
He
looked
down
at
the
floor
,
rubbed
his
nose
with
his
hand
,
doing
his
best
to
keep
his
face
hidden
.
"
Deposit
forms
,
ma
’
am
?
"
said
Wednesday
to
the
lone
teller
.
"
Over
there
.
"
"
Very
good
.
And
if
I
were
to
need
to
make
a
night
deposit
…
?
"
"
Same
forms
.
"
She
smiled
at
him
.
"
You
know
where
the
night
deposit
slot
is
,
hon
?
Left
out
the
main
door
,
it
’
s
on
the
wall
.
"
