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"
We
brew
it
ourselves
,
"
said
Ibis
.
"
In
the
old
days
the
women
did
the
brewing
.
They
were
better
brewers
than
we
are
.
But
now
it
is
only
the
three
of
us
here
.
Me
,
him
,
and
her
.
"
He
gestured
toward
the
small
brown
cat
,
fast
asleep
in
a
cat
-
basket
in
the
corner
of
the
room
.
"
There
were
more
of
us
,
in
the
beginning
.
But
Set
left
us
to
explore
,
what
,
two
hundred
years
ago
?
Must
be
,
by
now
.
We
got
a
postcard
from
him
from
San
Francisco
in
1905
,
1906
.
Then
nothing
.
While
poor
Horus
…
"
He
trailed
off
,
in
a
sigh
,
and
shook
his
head
.
"
I
still
see
him
,
on
occasion
,
"
said
Jacquel
.
"
On
my
way
to
a
pickup
.
"
He
sipped
his
beer
.
"
I
’
ll
work
for
my
keep
,
"
said
Shadow
.
"
While
I
’
m
here
.
You
tell
me
what
you
need
doing
,
and
I
’
ll
do
it
.
"
"
We
’
ll
find
work
for
you
,
"
agreed
Jacquel
.
The
small
brown
cat
opened
her
eyes
and
stretched
to
her
feet
.
She
padded
across
the
kitchen
floor
and
pushed
at
Shadow
’
s
boot
with
her
head
.
He
put
down
his
left
hand
and
scratched
her
forehead
and
the
back
of
her
ears
and
the
scruff
of
her
neck
.
She
arched
ecstatically
,
then
sprang
into
his
lap
,
pushed
herself
up
against
his
chest
,
and
touched
her
cold
nose
to
his
.
Then
she
curled
up
in
his
lap
and
went
back
to
sleep
.
He
put
his
hand
down
to
stroke
her
:
her
fur
was
soft
,
and
she
was
warm
and
pleasant
in
his
lap
:
she
acted
like
she
was
in
the
safest
place
in
the
world
,
and
Shadow
felt
comforted
.
The
beer
left
a
pleasant
buzz
in
Shadow
’
s
head
.
"
Your
room
is
at
the
top
of
the
stairs
,
by
the
bathroom
,
"
said
Jacquel
.
"
Your
work
clothes
will
be
hanging
in
the
closet
—
you
’
ll
see
.
You
’
ll
want
to
wash
up
and
shave
first
,
I
guess
.
"
Shadow
did
.
He
showered
standing
in
the
cast
-
iron
tub
and
he
shaved
,
very
nervously
,
with
a
straight
razor
that
Jacquel
loaned
him
.
It
was
obscenely
sharp
,
and
had
a
mother
-
of
-
pearl
handle
,
and
Shadow
suspected
it
was
usually
used
to
give
dead
men
their
final
shave
.
He
had
never
used
a
straight
razor
before
,
but
he
did
not
cut
himself
.
He
washed
off
the
shaving
cream
,
looked
at
himself
naked
in
the
fly
-
specked
bathroom
mirror
.
He
was
bruised
:
fresh
bruises
on
his
chest
and
arms
overlaying
the
fading
bruises
that
Mad
Sweeney
had
left
him
.
He
looked
at
his
wet
,
black
hair
and
the
dark
gray
eyes
which
looked
back
mistrustfully
from
the
mirror
at
him
,
looked
at
the
marks
on
his
coffee
-
colored
skin
.
And
then
,
as
if
someone
else
were
holding
his
hand
,
he
raised
the
straight
razor
,
placed
it
,
blade
open
,
against
his
throat
.
It
would
be
a
way
out
,
he
thought
.
An
easy
way
out
.
And
if
there
’
s
anyone
who
’
d
simply
take
it
in
their
stride
,
who
’
d
just
clean
up
the
mess
and
get
on
with
things
,
it
’
s
the
two
guys
sitting
downstairs
at
the
kitchen
table
drinking
their
beer
.
No
more
worries
.
No
more
Laura
.
No
more
mysteries
and
conspiracies
.
No
more
bad
dreams
.
Just
peace
and
quiet
and
rest
forever
.
One
clean
slash
,
ear
to
ear
.
That
’
s
all
it
’
ll
take
.
