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Shadow
said
nothing
.
She
opened
her
purse
and
took
out
a
cigarette
,
lit
it
with
an
expensive
silver
lighter
,
put
the
lighter
away
.
"
I
’
m
talking
to
you
,
"
she
said
.
"
Well
?
"
"
This
is
crazy
,
"
said
Shadow
.
"
Like
the
rest
of
your
life
is
sane
?
Give
me
a
fucking
break
.
"
"
Whatever
.
Lucille
Ball
talking
to
me
from
the
TV
is
weirder
by
several
orders
of
magnitude
than
anything
that
’
s
happened
to
me
so
far
,
"
said
Shadow
.
"
It
’
s
not
Lucille
Ball
.
It
’
s
Lucy
Ricardo
.
And
you
know
something
—
I
’
m
not
even
her
.
It
’
s
just
an
easy
way
to
look
,
given
the
context
.
That
’
s
all
.
"
She
shifted
uncomfortably
on
the
sofa
.
"
Who
are
you
?
"
asked
Shadow
.
"
Okay
,
"
she
said
.
"
Good
question
.
I
’
m
the
idiot
box
.
I
’
m
the
TV
.
I
’
m
the
all
-
seeing
eye
and
the
world
of
the
cathode
ray
.
I
’
m
the
boob
tube
.
I
’
m
the
little
shrine
the
family
gathers
to
adore
.
"
"
You
’
re
the
television
?
Or
someone
in
the
television
?
"
"
The
TV
’
s
the
altar
.
I
’
m
what
people
are
sacrificing
to
.
"
