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"
How
the
hell
should
you
know
?
"
Wednesday
put
on
a
pair
of
faded
pink
earmuffs
.
He
closed
the
trunk
.
Snowflakes
settled
on
his
dark
blue
cap
,
and
on
his
earmuffs
.
"
How
do
I
look
?
"
he
asked
.
"
Ludicrous
,
"
said
Shadow
.
"
Ludicrous
?
"
"
Or
goofy
,
maybe
,
"
said
Shadow
.
"
Mm
.
Goofy
and
ludicrous
.
That
’
s
good
.
"
Wednesday
smiled
.
The
earmuffs
made
him
appear
,
at
the
same
time
,
reassuring
,
amusing
,
and
,
ultimately
,
loveable
.
He
strode
across
the
street
and
walked
along
the
block
to
the
bank
building
,
while
Shadow
walked
into
the
supermarket
hall
and
watched
.
Wednesday
taped
a
large
red
OUT
OF
ORDER
notice
to
the
ATM
.
He
put
a
red
ribbon
across
the
night
deposit
slot
,
and
he
taped
a
photocopied
sign
up
above
it
.
Shadow
read
it
with
amusement
.
FOR
YOUR
CONVENIENCE
,
it
said
,
WE
ARE
WORKING
TO
MAKE
ONGOING
IMPROVEMENT
’
S
.
WE
APOLOGIZE
FOR
THE
TEMPORARY
INCONVENIENCE
.
Then
Wednesday
turned
around
and
faced
the
street
.
He
looked
cold
and
put
-
upon
.
