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"
I
am
Shadow
,
Mama
-
ji
,
"
said
Shadow
.
"
And
what
do
you
think
of
your
employer
’
s
plans
,
Mister
Shadow
?
"
He
slowed
,
as
a
large
black
truck
sped
past
,
overtaking
them
with
a
spray
of
slush
.
"
I
don
’
t
ask
,
he
don
’
t
tell
,
"
he
said
.
"
If
you
ask
me
,
he
wants
a
last
stand
.
He
wants
us
to
go
out
in
a
blaze
of
glory
.
That
’
s
what
he
wants
.
And
we
are
old
enough
,
or
stupid
enough
,
that
maybe
some
of
us
will
say
yes
.
"
"
It
’
s
not
my
job
to
ask
questions
,
Mama
-
ji
,
"
said
Shadow
.
The
inside
of
the
car
filled
with
her
tinkling
laughter
.
The
man
in
the
back
seat
—
not
the
peculiar
-
looking
young
man
,
the
other
one
—
said
something
,
and
Shadow
replied
to
him
,
but
a
moment
later
he
was
damned
if
he
could
remember
what
had
been
said
.
The
peculiar
-
looking
young
man
had
said
nothing
,
but
now
he
started
to
hum
to
himself
,
a
deep
,
melodic
,
bass
humming
that
made
the
interior
of
the
car
vibrate
and
rattle
and
buzz
.
The
peculiar
-
looking
man
was
of
average
height
,
but
of
an
odd
shape
:
Shadow
had
heard
of
men
who
were
barrel
-
chested
before
,
but
had
no
image
to
accompany
the
metaphor
.
This
man
was
barrel
-
chested
,
and
he
had
legs
like
,
yes
,
like
tree
-
trunks
,
and
hands
like
,
exactly
,
ham
-
hocks
.
He
wore
a
black
parka
with
a
hood
,
several
sweaters
,
thick
dungarees
,
and
,
incongruously
,
in
the
winter
and
with
those
clothes
,
a
pair
of
white
tennis
shoes
,
which
were
the
same
size
and
shape
as
shoe
boxes
.
His
fingers
resembled
sausages
,
with
flat
,
squared
-
off
fingertips
.
"
That
’
s
some
hum
you
got
,
"
said
Shadow
from
the
driver
’
s
seat
.
