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"
You
’
re
a
big
one
,
"
said
Nancy
,
staring
into
Shadow
’
s
light
-
gray
eyes
with
old
eyes
the
color
of
mahogany
,
"
a
tall
drink
of
water
,
but
I
got
to
tell
you
,
you
don
’
t
look
too
bright
.
I
got
a
son
,
stupid
as
a
man
who
bought
his
stupid
at
a
two
-
for
-
one
sale
,
and
you
remind
me
of
him
.
"
"
If
you
don
’
t
mind
,
I
’
ll
take
that
as
a
compliment
,
"
said
Shadow
.
"
Being
called
dumb
as
a
man
who
slept
late
the
mornin
’
they
handed
out
brains
?
"
"
Being
compared
to
a
member
of
your
family
.
"
Mr
.
Nancy
stubbed
out
his
cigarillo
,
then
he
flicked
an
imaginary
speck
of
ash
off
his
yellow
gloves
.
"
You
may
not
be
the
worst
choice
old
one
-
eye
could
have
made
,
come
to
that
.
"
He
looked
up
at
Wednesday
.
"
You
got
any
idea
how
many
of
us
there
’
s
goin
’
to
be
here
tonight
?
"
"
I
sent
the
message
out
to
everyone
I
could
find
,
"
said
Wednesday
.
"
Obviously
not
everyone
is
going
to
be
able
to
come
.
And
some
of
them
,
"
he
said
with
a
pointed
look
at
Czernobog
,
"
might
not
want
to
.
But
I
think
we
can
confidently
expect
several
dozen
of
us
.
And
the
word
will
travel
.
"
They
made
their
way
past
a
display
of
suits
of
armor
(
"
Victorian
fake
,
"
pronounced
Wednesday
as
they
passed
the
glassed
-
in
display
,
"
modern
fake
,
twelfth
-
century
helm
on
a
seventeenth
-
century
reproduction
,
fifteenth
-
century
left
gauntlet
…
"
)
and
then
Wednesday
pushed
through
an
exit
door
,
circled
them
around
the
outside
of
the
building
(
"
I
can
’
t
be
doin
’
with
all
these
ins
and
outs
,
"
said
Nancy
,
"
I
’
m
not
as
young
as
I
used
to
be
,
and
I
come
from
warmer
climes
,
"
)
along
a
covered
walk
-
way
,
in
through
another
exit
door
,
and
they
were
in
the
Carousel
room
.
Calliope
music
played
:
a
Strauss
waltz
,
stirring
and
occasionally
discordant
.
The
wall
as
they
entered
was
hung
with
antique
carousel
horses
,
hundreds
of
them
,
some
in
need
of
a
lick
of
paint
,
others
in
need
of
a
good
dusting
;
above
them
hung
dozens
of
winged
angels
constructed
rather
obviously
from
female
store
window
mannequins
;
some
of
them
bared
their
sexless
breasts
;
some
had
lost
their
wigs
and
stared
baldly
and
blindly
down
from
the
darkness
.
And
then
there
was
the
Carousel
.
