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Mr
.
Ibis
wore
a
hat
.
It
was
a
sober
brown
hat
that
matched
his
sober
brown
blazer
and
his
sober
brown
face
.
Small
gold
-
rimmed
glasses
perched
on
his
nose
.
In
Shadow
’
s
memory
Mr
.
Ibis
was
a
short
man
;
whenever
he
would
stand
beside
him
,
Shadow
would
rediscover
that
Mr
.
Ibis
was
well
over
six
feet
in
height
,
with
a
crane
-
like
stoop
.
"
So
when
the
big
companies
come
in
they
buy
the
name
of
the
company
,
they
pay
the
funeral
directors
to
stay
on
,
they
create
the
apparency
of
diversity
.
But
that
is
merely
the
tip
of
the
gravestone
.
In
reality
,
they
are
as
local
as
Burger
King
.
Now
,
for
our
own
reasons
,
we
are
truly
an
independent
.
We
do
all
our
own
embalming
,
and
it
’
s
the
finest
embalming
in
the
country
,
although
nobody
knows
it
but
us
.
We
don
’
t
do
cremations
,
though
.
We
could
make
more
money
if
we
had
our
own
crematorium
,
but
it
goes
against
what
we
’
re
good
at
.
What
my
business
partner
says
is
,
if
the
Lord
gives
you
a
talent
or
a
skill
,
you
have
an
obligation
to
use
it
as
best
you
can
.
Don
’
t
you
agree
?
"
"
Sounds
good
to
me
,
"
said
Shadow
.
"
The
Lord
gave
my
business
partner
dominion
over
the
dead
,
just
as
he
gave
me
skill
with
words
.
Fine
things
,
words
.
I
write
books
of
tales
,
you
know
.
Nothing
literary
.
Just
for
my
own
amusement
.
Accounts
of
lives
.
"
He
paused
.
By
the
time
Shadow
realized
that
he
should
have
asked
if
he
might
be
allowed
to
read
one
,
the
moment
had
passed
.
"
Anyway
,
what
we
give
them
here
is
continuity
:
there
’
s
been
an
Ibis
and
Jacquel
in
business
here
for
almost
two
hundred
years
.
We
weren
’
t
always
funeral
directors
,
though
.
We
used
to
be
morticians
,
and
before
that
,
undertakers
.
"
"
And
before
that
?
"
"
Well
,
"
said
Mr
.
Ibis
,
smiling
just
a
little
smugly
,
"
we
go
back
a
very
long
way
.
Of
course
,
it
wasn
’
t
until
after
the
War
Between
the
States
that
we
found
our
niche
here
.
That
was
when
we
became
the
funeral
parlor
for
the
colored
folks
hereabouts
.
Before
that
no
one
thought
of
us
as
colored
—
foreign
maybe
,
exotic
and
dark
,
but
not
colored
.
Once
the
war
was
done
,
pretty
soon
,
no
one
could
remember
a
time
when
we
weren
’
t
perceived
as
black
.
My
business
partner
,
he
’
s
always
had
darker
skin
than
mine
.
It
was
an
easy
transition
.
Mostly
you
are
what
they
think
you
are
.
It
’
s
just
strange
when
they
talk
about
African
-
Americans
.
Makes
me
think
of
the
people
from
Punt
,
Ophir
,
Nubia
.
We
never
thought
of
ourselves
as
Africans
—
we
were
the
people
of
the
Nile
.
"
"
So
you
were
Egyptians
,
"
said
Shadow
.
Mr
.
Ibis
pushed
his
lower
lip
upward
,
then
let
his
head
bob
from
side
to
side
,
as
if
it
were
on
a
spring
,
weighing
the
pluses
and
minuses
,
seeing
things
from
both
points
of
view
.
"
Well
,
yes
and
no
.
‘
Egyptians
’
makes
me
think
of
the
folk
who
live
there
now
.
The
ones
who
built
their
cities
over
our
graveyards
and
palaces
.
Do
they
look
like
me
?
"
