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At
eleven
that
night
Shadow
started
shaking
.
He
was
just
entering
Middletown
.
He
decided
he
needed
sleep
,
or
just
not
to
drive
any
longer
,
and
he
pulled
up
in
front
of
a
Night
’
s
Inn
,
paid
thirty
-
five
dollars
,
cash
in
advance
,
for
his
ground
-
floor
room
,
and
went
into
the
bathroom
.
A
sad
cockroach
lay
on
its
back
in
the
middle
of
the
tiled
floor
.
Shadow
took
a
towel
and
cleaned
off
the
inside
of
the
tub
with
it
,
then
ran
a
bath
.
In
the
main
room
he
took
off
his
clothes
and
put
them
on
the
bed
.
The
bruises
on
his
torso
were
dark
and
vivid
.
He
sat
in
the
bath
,
watching
the
color
of
the
bathwater
change
.
Then
,
naked
,
he
washed
his
socks
and
briefs
and
T
-
shirt
in
the
basin
,
wrung
them
out
and
hung
them
on
the
clothesline
that
pulled
out
from
the
wall
above
the
bathtub
.
He
left
the
cockroach
where
it
was
,
out
of
respect
for
the
dead
.
Shadow
climbed
into
the
bed
.
He
wondered
about
watching
an
adult
movie
,
but
the
pay
-
per
-
view
device
by
the
phone
needed
a
credit
card
.
Then
again
,
he
was
not
convinced
that
it
would
make
him
feel
any
better
to
watch
other
people
have
sex
that
he
wasn
’
t
having
.
He
turned
on
the
TV
for
company
,
pressed
the
Sleep
button
on
the
remote
three
times
,
which
would
make
the
TV
set
turn
itself
off
automatically
in
forty
-
five
minutes
,
by
which
time
he
figured
he
’
d
be
fast
asleep
.
It
was
a
quarter
to
midnight
.
The
picture
was
motel
-
fuzzy
,
and
the
colors
swam
across
the
screen
.
He
flipped
from
late
show
to
late
show
in
the
televisual
wasteland
,
unable
to
focus
.
Someone
was
demonstrating
something
that
did
something
in
the
kitchen
,
and
replaced
a
dozen
other
kitchen
utensils
,
none
of
which
Shadow
possessed
.
Flip
.
A
man
in
a
suit
explained
that
these
were
the
end
times
and
that
Jesus
—
a
four
-
or
five
-
syllable
word
the
way
the
man
pronounced
it
—
would
make
Shadow
’
s
business
prosper
and
thrive
if
Shadow
sent
him
money
.
Flip
:
an
episode
of
M
*
A
*
S
*
H
ended
and
a
Dick
Van
Dyke
episode
began
.
Shadow
hadn
’
t
seen
an
episode
of
The
Dick
Van
Dyke
Show
for
years
,
but
there
was
something
comforting
about
the
1965
black
-
and
-
white
world
it
painted
,
and
he
put
the
channel
changer
down
beside
the
bed
,
and
turned
off
the
bedside
light
.
He
watched
the
show
,
eyes
slowly
closing
,
aware
that
something
was
odd
.
He
had
not
seen
many
episodes
of
The
Dick
Van
Dyke
Show
,
so
he
was
not
surprised
that
it
was
an
episode
he
could
not
remember
seeing
before
.
What
he
found
strange
was
the
tone
.
All
the
regulars
were
concerned
about
Rob
’
s
drinking
:
he
was
missing
days
at
work
.
They
went
to
his
home
:
he
had
locked
himself
in
the
bedroom
,
and
had
to
be
persuaded
to
come
out
:
he
was
staggering
drunk
,
but
still
pretty
funny
.
His
friends
,
played
by
Morey
Amsterdam
and
Rose
Marie
,
left
after
getting
some
good
gags
in
.
Then
,
when
Rob
’
s
wife
went
to
remonstrate
with
him
,
he
hit
her
,
hard
,
in
the
face
.
She
sat
down
on
the
floor
and
began
to
cry
,
not
in
that
famous
Mary
Tyler
Moore
wail
,
but
in
small
,
helpless
sobs
,
hugging
herself
and
whispering
,
"
Don
’
t
hit
me
,
please
,
I
’
ll
do
anything
,
just
don
’
t
hit
me
any
more
.
"
"
What
the
fuck
is
this
?
"
said
Shadow
,
aloud
.
The
picture
dissolved
into
phosphor
-
dot
fuzz
.
When
it
came
back
,
The
Dick
Van
Dyke
Show
had
,
inexplicably
,
become
I
Love
Lucy
.
Lucy
was
trying
to
persuade
Ricky
to
let
her
replace
their
old
icebox
with
a
new
refrigerator
.
When
he
left
,
however
,
she
walked
over
to
the
couch
and
sat
down
,
crossing
her
ankles
,
resting
her
hands
in
her
lap
,
and
staring
out
patiently
in
black
and
white
across
the
years
.
"
Shadow
?
"
she
said
.
"
We
need
to
talk
.
"
