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"
And
…
?
"
"
Just
thinking
out
loud
.
"
"
So
you
’
ve
been
to
lots
of
other
countries
,
then
?
"
Wednesday
said
nothing
.
Shadow
glanced
at
him
.
"
No
,
"
said
Wednesday
,
with
a
sigh
.
"
No
.
I
never
have
.
"
They
stopped
for
gas
,
and
Wednesday
went
into
the
restroom
in
his
security
guard
jacket
with
his
suitcase
,
and
came
out
in
a
crisp
,
pale
suit
,
brown
shoes
,
and
a
knee
-
length
brown
coat
that
looked
like
it
might
be
Italian
.
"
So
when
we
get
to
Madison
,
what
then
?
"
"
Take
Highway
14
west
to
Spring
Green
.
We
’
ll
be
meeting
everyone
at
a
place
called
the
House
on
the
Rock
.
You
been
there
?
"
"
No
,
"
said
Shadow
.
"
But
I
’
ve
seen
the
signs
.
"
The
signs
for
the
House
on
the
Rock
were
all
around
that
part
of
the
world
:
oblique
,
ambiguous
signs
all
across
Illinois
and
Minnesota
and
Wisconsin
,
probably
as
far
away
as
Iowa
,
Shadow
suspected
,
signs
alerting
you
to
the
existence
of
the
House
on
the
Rock
.
Shadow
had
seen
the
signs
,
and
wondered
about
them
.
Did
the
House
balance
perilously
upon
the
Rock
?
What
was
so
interesting
about
the
Rock
?
About
the
House
?
He
had
given
it
a
passing
thought
,
but
then
forgotten
it
.
Shadow
was
not
in
the
habit
of
visiting
roadside
attractions
.
They
drove
past
the
capitol
dome
of
Madison
,
another
perfect
snowglobe
scene
in
the
falling
snow
,
and
then
they
were
off
the
interstate
,
and
driving
down
country
roads
.
