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From
now
on
the
Undertaker
Is
his
only
friend
Burma
Shave
and
they
were
at
the
bottom
of
a
ramp
now
,
with
an
ice
-
cream
shop
in
front
of
them
.
It
was
nominally
open
,
but
the
girl
washing
down
the
surfaces
had
a
closed
look
on
her
face
,
so
they
walked
past
it
into
the
pizzeria
-
cafeteria
,
empty
but
for
an
elderly
black
man
wearing
a
bright
check
suit
and
canary
-
yellow
gloves
.
He
was
a
small
man
,
the
kind
of
little
old
man
who
looked
as
if
the
passing
of
the
years
had
shrunk
him
,
eating
an
enormous
,
many
-
scooped
ice
-
cream
sundae
,
drinking
a
supersized
mug
of
coffee
.
A
black
cigarillo
was
burning
in
the
ashtray
in
front
of
him
.
"
Three
coffees
,
"
said
Wednesday
to
Shadow
.
He
went
to
the
restroom
.
Shadow
bought
the
coffees
and
took
them
over
to
Czernobog
,
who
was
sitting
with
the
old
black
man
,
and
was
smoking
a
cigarette
surreptitiously
,
as
if
he
were
scared
of
being
caught
.
The
other
man
,
happily
toying
with
his
sundae
,
mostly
ignored
his
cigarillo
,
but
as
Shadow
approached
he
picked
it
up
,
inhaled
deeply
,
and
blew
two
smoke
rings
—
first
one
large
one
,
then
another
,
smaller
one
,
which
passed
neatly
through
the
first
—
and
he
grinned
,
as
if
he
were
astonishingly
pleased
with
himself
.
"
Shadow
,
this
is
Mister
Nancy
,
"
said
Czernobog
.
The
old
man
got
to
his
feet
,
and
thrust
out
his
yellow
-
gloved
right
hand
.
"
Good
to
meet
you
,
"
he
said
with
a
dazzling
smile
.
"
I
know
who
you
must
be
.
You
’
re
working
for
the
old
one
-
eye
bastard
,
aren
’
t
you
?
"
There
was
a
faint
twang
in
his
voice
,
a
hint
of
a
patois
that
might
have
been
West
Indian
.
"
I
work
for
Mister
Wednesday
,
"
said
Shadow
.
"
Yes
.
Please
,
sit
down
.
"
