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Jacquel
,
when
,
eventually
,
he
began
to
answer
,
wasn
’
t
talking
about
the
weather
at
all
.
"
You
look
at
me
and
Ibis
,
"
he
said
.
"
We
’
ll
be
out
of
business
in
a
few
years
.
We
got
savings
put
aside
for
the
lean
years
,
but
the
lean
years
have
been
here
for
a
long
while
,
and
every
year
they
just
get
leaner
.
Horus
is
crazy
,
really
bugfuck
crazy
,
spends
all
his
time
as
a
hawk
,
eats
roadkill
,
what
kind
of
a
life
is
that
?
You
’
ve
seen
Bast
.
And
we
’
re
in
better
shape
than
most
of
them
.
At
least
we
’
ve
got
a
little
belief
to
be
going
along
with
.
Most
of
the
suckers
out
there
have
barely
got
that
.
It
’
s
like
the
funeral
business
—
the
big
guys
are
going
to
buy
you
up
one
day
,
like
it
or
not
,
because
they
’
re
bigger
and
more
efficient
and
because
they
work
.
Fighting
’
s
not
going
to
change
a
damned
thing
,
because
we
lost
this
particular
battle
when
we
came
to
this
green
land
a
hundred
years
ago
or
a
thousand
or
ten
thousand
.
We
arrived
and
America
just
didn
’
t
care
that
we
’
d
arrived
.
So
we
get
bought
out
,
or
we
press
on
,
or
we
hit
the
road
.
So
,
yes
.
You
’
re
right
.
The
storm
’
s
coming
.
"
Shadow
turned
onto
the
street
where
the
houses
were
,
all
but
one
of
them
,
dead
,
their
windows
blind
and
boarded
.
"
Take
the
back
alley
,
"
said
Jacquel
.
He
backed
the
hearse
up
until
it
was
almost
touching
the
double
doors
at
the
rear
of
the
house
.
Ibis
opened
the
hearse
,
and
the
mortuary
doors
,
and
Shadow
unbuckled
the
gurney
and
pulled
it
out
.
The
wheeled
supports
rotated
and
dropped
as
they
cleared
the
bumper
.
He
wheeled
the
gurney
to
the
embalming
table
.
He
picked
up
Lila
Goodchild
,
cradling
her
in
her
opaque
bag
like
a
sleeping
child
,
and
placed
her
carefully
on
the
table
in
the
chilly
mortuary
,
as
if
he
were
afraid
to
wake
her
.
"
You
know
,
I
have
a
transfer
board
,
"
said
Jacquel
.
"
You
don
’
t
have
to
carry
her
.
"
"
Ain
’
t
nothing
,
"
said
Shadow
.
He
was
starting
to
sound
more
like
Jacquel
.
"
I
’
m
a
big
guy
.
It
doesn
’
t
bother
me
.
"
As
a
kid
Shadow
had
been
small
for
his
age
,
all
elbows
and
knees
.
The
only
photograph
of
Shadow
as
a
kid
that
Laura
had
liked
enough
to
frame
showed
a
serious
child
with
unruly
hair
and
dark
eyes
standing
beside
a
table
,
laden
high
with
cakes
and
cookies
.
Shadow
thought
the
picture
might
have
been
taken
at
an
embassy
Christmas
party
,
as
he
had
been
dressed
in
a
bowtie
and
his
best
clothes
,
as
one
might
dress
a
doll
.
He
was
looking
solemnly
out
at
the
adult
world
that
surrounded
him
.
They
had
moved
too
much
,
his
mother
and
Shadow
,
first
around
Europe
,
from
embassy
to
embassy
,
where
his
mother
had
worked
as
a
communicator
in
the
Foreign
Service
,
transcribing
and
sending
classified
telegrams
across
the
world
,
and
then
,
when
he
was
eight
years
old
,
back
to
the
U
.
S
.
,
where
his
mother
,
now
too
sporadically
sick
to
hold
down
a
steady
job
,
had
moved
from
city
to
city
restlessly
spending
a
year
here
or
a
year
there
,
temping
when
she
was
well
enough
.
They
never
spent
long
enough
in
any
place
for
Shadow
to
make
friends
,
to
feel
at
home
,
to
relax
.
And
Shadow
had
been
a
small
child
…
He
had
grown
so
fast
.
In
the
spring
of
his
thirteenth
year
the
local
kids
had
been
picking
on
him
,
goading
him
into
fights
they
knew
they
could
not
fail
to
win
and
after
which
Shadow
would
run
,
angry
and
often
weeping
,
to
the
boys
’
room
to
wash
the
mud
or
the
blood
from
his
face
before
anyone
could
see
it
.
Then
came
summer
,
a
long
,
magical
,
thirteenth
summer
,
which
he
spent
keeping
out
of
the
way
of
the
bigger
kids
,
swimming
in
the
local
pool
,
reading
library
books
at
poolside
.
At
the
start
of
the
summer
he
could
barely
swim
.
