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"
My
thanks
.
"
Wednesday
picked
up
several
deposit
forms
.
He
grinned
a
goodbye
at
the
teller
,
and
he
and
Shadow
walked
out
.
Wednesday
stood
there
on
the
sidewalk
for
a
moment
,
scratching
his
beard
meditatively
.
Then
he
walked
over
to
the
ATM
machine
,
and
to
the
night
safe
,
set
in
the
side
of
the
wall
,
and
inspected
them
.
He
led
Shadow
across
the
road
to
the
supermarket
,
where
he
bought
a
chocolate
fudge
Popsicle
for
himself
,
and
a
cup
of
hot
chocolate
for
Shadow
.
There
was
a
payphone
set
in
the
wall
of
the
entryway
,
as
you
went
in
,
below
a
notice
board
with
rooms
to
rent
,
and
puppies
and
kittens
in
need
of
good
homes
.
Wednesday
wrote
down
the
telephone
number
of
the
payphone
.
They
crossed
the
road
once
more
.
"
What
we
need
,
"
said
Wednesday
,
suddenly
,
"
is
snow
.
A
good
,
driving
,
irritating
snow
.
Think
‘
snow
’
for
me
,
will
you
?
"
"
Huh
?
"
"
Concentrate
on
making
those
clouds
—
the
ones
over
there
,
in
the
west
—
making
them
bigger
and
darker
.
Think
gray
skies
and
driving
winds
coming
down
from
the
arctic
.
Think
snow
.
"
"
I
don
’
t
think
it
will
do
any
good
.
"
"
Nonsense
.
If
nothing
else
,
it
will
keep
your
mind
occupied
,
"
said
Wednesday
,
unlocking
the
car
.
"
Kinko
’
s
next
.
Hurry
up
.
"
Snow
,
thought
Shadow
,
in
the
passenger
seat
,
sipping
his
hot
chocolate
.
Huge
,
dizzying
,
clumps
and
clusters
of
snow
falling
through
the
air
,
patches
of
white
against
an
iron
-
gray
sky
,
snow
that
touches
your
tongue
with
cold
and
winter
,
that
kisses
your
face
with
its
hesitant
touch
before
freezing
you
to
death
.
Twelve
cotton
-
candy
inches
of
snow
,
creating
a
fairy
-
tale
world
,
making
everything
unrecognizably
beautiful
…
Wednesday
was
talking
to
him
.
