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A
young
woman
came
over
to
use
the
ATM
.
Wednesday
shook
his
head
,
explained
that
it
was
out
of
order
.
She
cursed
,
apologized
for
cursing
,
and
ran
off
.
A
car
drew
up
,
and
a
man
got
out
holding
a
small
gray
sack
and
a
key
.
Shadow
watched
as
Wednesday
apologized
to
the
man
,
then
made
him
sign
the
clipboard
,
checked
his
deposit
slip
,
painstakingly
wrote
him
out
a
receipt
and
puzzled
over
which
copy
to
keep
,
and
,
finally
,
opened
his
big
black
metal
case
and
put
the
man
’
s
sack
inside
.
The
man
shivered
in
the
snow
,
stamping
his
feet
,
waiting
for
the
old
security
guard
to
be
done
with
this
administrative
nonsense
,
so
he
could
leave
his
takings
and
get
out
of
the
cold
and
be
on
his
way
,
then
he
took
his
receipt
and
got
back
into
his
warm
car
and
drove
off
.
Wednesday
walked
across
the
street
carrying
the
metal
case
,
and
bought
himself
a
coffee
at
the
supermarket
.
"
Afternoon
,
young
man
,
"
he
said
,
with
an
avuncular
chuckle
,
as
he
passed
Shadow
.
"
Cold
enough
for
you
?
"
He
walked
back
across
the
street
,
and
took
gray
sacks
and
envelopes
from
people
coming
to
deposit
their
earnings
or
their
takings
on
this
Saturday
afternoon
,
a
fine
old
security
man
in
his
funny
pink
earmuffs
.
Shadow
bought
some
things
to
read
—
Turkey
Hunting
,
People
,
and
because
the
cover
picture
of
Bigfoot
was
so
endearing
,
the
Weekly
World
News
—
and
stared
out
of
the
window
.
"
Anything
I
can
do
to
help
?
"
asked
a
middle
-
aged
black
man
with
a
white
moustache
.
He
seemed
to
be
the
manager
.
"
Thanks
,
man
,
but
no
.
I
’
m
waiting
for
a
phone
call
.
My
girlfriend
’
s
car
broke
down
.
"
