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Shadow
shrugged
.
He
’
d
seen
black
guys
who
looked
like
Mr
.
Ibis
.
He
’
d
seen
white
guys
with
tans
who
looked
like
Mr
.
Ibis
.
"
How
was
your
coffee
-
cake
?
"
asked
the
waitress
,
refilling
their
coffees
.
"
Best
I
ever
had
,
"
said
Mr
.
Ibis
.
"
You
give
my
best
to
your
ma
.
"
"
I
’
ll
do
that
,
"
she
said
,
and
bustled
away
.
"
You
don
’
t
want
to
ask
after
the
health
of
anyone
,
if
you
’
re
a
funeral
director
.
They
think
maybe
you
’
re
scouting
for
business
,
"
said
Mr
.
Ibis
,
in
an
undertone
.
"
Shall
we
see
if
your
room
is
ready
?
"
Their
breath
steamed
in
the
night
air
.
Christmas
lights
twinkled
in
the
windows
of
the
stores
they
passed
.
"
It
’
s
good
of
you
,
putting
me
up
,
"
said
Shadow
.
"
I
appreciate
it
.
"
"
We
owe
your
employer
a
number
of
favors
.
And
Lord
knows
,
we
have
the
room
.
It
’
s
a
big
old
house
.
There
used
to
be
more
of
us
,
you
know
.
Now
it
’
s
just
the
three
of
us
.
You
won
’
t
be
in
the
way
.
"
"
Any
idea
how
long
I
’
m
meant
to
stay
with
you
?
"
Mr
.
Ibis
shook
his
head
.
"
He
didn
’
t
say
.
But
we
are
happy
to
have
you
here
,
and
we
can
find
you
work
.
If
you
are
not
squeamish
.
If
you
treat
the
dead
with
respect
.
"
"
So
,
"
asked
Shadow
,
"
what
are
you
people
doing
here
in
Cairo
?
Was
it
just
the
name
or
something
?
"
