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"
Hey
,
"
he
said
to
the
cat
.
"
I
did
shut
that
door
.
I
know
I
shut
that
door
.
"
She
looked
at
him
,
interested
.
Her
eyes
were
dark
yellow
,
the
color
of
amber
.
Then
she
jumped
down
from
the
sill
,
onto
the
bed
,
where
she
wrapped
herself
into
a
curl
of
fur
and
went
back
to
sleep
,
a
circle
of
cat
upon
the
old
counterpane
.
Shadow
left
the
bedroom
door
open
,
so
the
cat
could
leave
and
the
room
air
a
little
,
and
he
walked
downstairs
.
The
stairs
creaked
and
grumbled
as
he
walked
down
them
,
protesting
his
weight
,
as
if
they
just
wanted
to
be
left
in
peace
.
"
Damn
you
look
good
,
"
said
Jacquel
.
He
was
waiting
at
the
bottom
of
the
stairs
,
and
was
now
himself
dressed
in
a
black
suit
,
similar
to
Shadow
’
s
.
"
You
ever
driven
a
hearse
?
"
"
No
.
"
"
First
time
for
everything
,
then
,
"
said
Jacquel
.
"
It
’
s
parked
out
front
.
"
An
old
woman
had
died
.
Her
name
had
been
Lila
Goodchild
.
At
Mr
.
Jacquel
’
s
direction
,
Shadow
carried
the
folded
aluminum
gurney
up
the
narrow
stairs
to
her
bedroom
and
unfolded
it
next
to
her
bed
.
He
took
out
a
translucent
blue
plastic
body
bag
,
laid
it
next
to
the
dead
woman
on
the
bed
,
and
unzipped
it
open
.
She
wore
a
pink
nightgown
and
a
quilted
robe
.
Shadow
lifted
her
and
wrapped
her
,
fragile
and
almost
weightless
,
in
a
blanket
,
and
placed
it
onto
the
bag
.
He
zipped
the
bag
shut
and
put
it
on
the
gurney
.
While
Shadow
did
this
,
Jacquel
talked
to
a
very
old
man
who
had
,
when
she
was
alive
,
been
married
to
Lila
Goodchild
.
Or
rather
,
Jacquel
listened
while
the
old
man
talked
.
As
Shadow
had
zipped
Mrs
.
Goodchild
away
the
old
man
had
been
explaining
how
ungrateful
his
children
had
been
,
and
grandchildren
too
,
though
that
wasn
’
t
their
fault
,
that
was
their
parents
’
,
the
apple
didn
’
t
fall
far
from
the
tree
,
and
he
thought
he
’
d
raised
them
better
than
that
.
Shadow
and
Jacquel
wheeled
the
loaded
gurney
to
the
narrow
flight
of
stairs
.
The
old
man
followed
them
,
still
talking
,
mostly
about
money
,
and
greed
,
and
ingratitude
.
He
wore
bedroom
slippers
.
Shadow
carried
the
heavier
bottom
end
of
the
gurney
down
the
stairs
and
out
onto
the
street
,
then
he
wheeled
it
along
the
icy
sidewalk
to
the
hearse
.
Jacquel
opened
the
hearse
’
s
rear
door
.
Shadow
hesitated
,
and
Jacquel
said
,
"
Just
push
it
on
in
there
.
The
supports
’
ll
fold
up
out
of
the
way
.
"
Shadow
pushed
the
gurney
,
and
the
supports
snapped
up
,
the
wheels
rotated
,
and
the
gurney
rolled
right
on
to
the
floor
of
the
hearse
.
Jacquel
showed
him
how
to
strap
it
in
securely
,
and
Shadow
closed
up
the
hearse
while
Jacquel
listened
to
the
old
man
who
had
been
married
to
Lila
Goodchild
,
unmindful
of
the
cold
,
an
old
man
in
his
slippers
and
his
bathrobe
out
on
the
wintry
sidewalk
telling
Jacquel
how
his
children
were
vultures
,
no
better
than
hovering
vultures
,
waiting
to
take
what
little
he
and
Lila
had
scraped
together
,
and
how
the
two
of
them
had
fled
to
St
.
Louis
,
to
Memphis
,
to
Miami
,
and
how
they
wound
up
in
Cairo
,
and
how
relieved
he
was
that
Lila
had
not
died
in
a
nursing
home
,
how
scared
he
was
that
he
would
.
They
walked
the
old
man
back
into
the
house
,
up
the
stairs
to
his
room
.
A
small
TV
set
droned
from
one
corner
of
the
couple
’
s
bedroom
.
As
Shadow
passed
it
he
noticed
that
the
newsreader
was
grinning
and
winking
at
him
.
When
he
was
sure
that
no
one
was
looking
in
his
direction
he
gave
the
set
the
finger
.
"
They
’
ve
got
no
money
,
"
said
Jacquel
when
they
were
back
in
the
hearse
.
"
He
’
ll
come
in
to
see
Ibis
tomorrow
.
He
’
ll
choose
the
cheapest
funeral
.
Her
friends
will
persuade
him
to
do
her
right
,
give
her
a
proper
sendoff
in
the
front
room
,
I
expect
.
But
he
’
ll
grumble
.
Got
no
money
.
Nobody
around
here
’
s
got
money
these
days
.
Anyway
,
he
’
ll
be
dead
in
six
months
.
A
year
at
the
outside
.
"
