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Morning
found
Shadow
back
on
the
road
,
driving
through
a
gently
undulating
brown
landscape
of
winter
grass
and
leafless
trees
.
The
last
of
the
snow
had
vanished
.
He
filled
up
the
tank
of
the
piece
of
shit
in
a
town
which
was
home
to
the
runner
-
up
of
the
State
Women
’
s
Under
-
16s
three
-
hundred
-
meter
dash
,
and
,
hoping
that
the
dirt
wasn
’
t
all
that
was
holding
it
together
,
he
ran
the
car
through
the
gas
station
car
wash
,
and
was
surprised
to
discover
that
the
car
was
,
when
clean
,
against
all
reason
,
white
,
and
pretty
much
free
of
rust
.
He
drove
on
.
The
sky
was
impossibly
blue
,
and
white
industrial
smoke
rising
from
factory
chimneys
was
frozen
in
the
sky
,
like
a
photograph
.
A
hawk
launched
itself
from
a
dead
tree
and
flew
toward
him
,
wings
strobing
in
the
sunlight
like
a
series
of
stop
-
motion
photographs
.
At
some
point
he
found
himself
heading
into
East
St
.
Louis
.
He
attempted
to
avoid
it
and
instead
found
himself
driving
through
what
appeared
to
be
a
red
-
light
district
in
an
industrial
park
.
Eighteen
-
wheelers
and
huge
rigs
were
parked
outside
buildings
that
looked
like
temporary
warehouses
,
that
claimed
to
be
24
HOUR
NITE
CLUBs
and
,
in
one
case
,
THE
BEST
PEAP
SHOW
IN
TOWN
.
Shadow
shook
his
head
,
and
drove
on
.
Laura
had
loved
to
dance
,
clothed
or
naked
(
and
,
on
several
memorable
evenings
,
moving
from
one
state
to
the
other
)
,
and
he
had
loved
to
watch
her
.
Lunch
was
a
sandwich
and
a
can
of
Coke
in
a
town
called
Red
Bud
.
He
passed
a
valley
filled
with
the
wreckage
of
thousands
of
yellow
bulldozers
,
tractors
and
Caterpillars
.
He
wondered
if
this
was
the
bulldozers
’
graveyard
,
where
the
bulldozers
went
to
die
.
He
drove
past
the
Pop
-
a
-
Top
Lounge
.
He
drove
through
Chester
(
"
Home
of
Popeye
"
)
.
He
noticed
that
the
houses
had
started
to
gain
pillars
out
front
,
that
even
the
shabbiest
,
thinnest
house
now
had
its
white
pillars
,
proclaiming
it
,
in
someone
’
s
eyes
,
a
mansion
.
He
drove
over
a
big
,
muddy
river
,
and
laughed
out
loud
when
he
saw
that
the
name
of
it
,
according
to
the
sign
,
was
the
Big
Muddy
River
.
He
saw
a
covering
of
brown
kudzu
over
three
winter
-
dead
trees
,
twisting
them
into
strange
,
almost
human
shapes
:
they
could
have
been
witches
,
three
bent
old
crones
ready
to
reveal
his
fortune
.
He
drove
alongside
the
Mississippi
.
Shadow
had
never
seen
the
Nile
,
but
there
was
a
blinding
afternoon
sun
burning
on
the
wide
brown
river
which
made
him
think
of
the
muddy
expanse
of
the
Nile
:
not
the
Nile
as
it
is
now
,
but
as
it
was
long
ago
,
flowing
like
an
artery
through
the
papyrus
marshes
,
home
to
cobra
and
jackal
and
wild
cow
…
A
road
sign
pointed
to
Thebes
.
The
road
was
built
up
about
twelve
feet
,
so
he
was
driving
above
the
marshes
.
Clumps
and
clusters
of
birds
in
flight
were
questing
back
and
forth
,
black
dots
against
the
blue
sky
,
moving
in
some
kind
of
desperate
Brownian
motion
.
In
the
late
afternoon
the
sun
began
to
lower
,
gilding
the
world
in
elf
-
light
,
a
thick
warm
custardy
light
that
made
the
world
feel
unearthly
and
more
than
real
,
and
it
was
in
this
light
that
Shadow
passed
the
sign
telling
him
he
was
Now
Entering
Historical
Cairo
.
He
drove
under
a
bridge
and
found
himself
in
a
small
port
town
.
The
imposing
structure
of
the
Cairo
courthouse
and
the
even
more
imposing
customs
house
looked
like
enormous
freshly
baked
cookies
in
the
syrupy
gold
of
the
light
at
the
end
of
the
day
.
