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By
the
end
of
August
he
was
swimming
length
after
length
in
an
easy
crawl
,
diving
from
the
high
board
,
ripening
to
a
deep
brown
from
the
sun
and
the
water
.
In
September
,
he
had
returned
to
school
to
discover
that
the
boys
who
had
made
him
miserable
were
small
,
soft
things
no
longer
capable
of
upsetting
him
.
The
two
who
tried
it
were
taught
better
manners
,
hard
and
fast
and
painfully
,
and
Shadow
found
that
he
had
redefined
himself
:
he
could
no
longer
be
a
quiet
kid
,
doing
his
best
to
remain
unobtrusively
at
the
back
of
things
.
He
was
too
big
for
that
,
too
obvious
.
By
the
end
of
the
year
he
was
on
the
swimming
team
and
on
the
weight
-
lifting
team
,
and
the
coach
was
courting
him
for
the
triathlon
team
.
He
liked
being
big
and
strong
.
It
gave
him
an
identity
.
He
’
d
been
a
shy
,
quiet
,
bookish
kid
,
and
that
had
been
painful
;
now
he
was
a
big
dumb
guy
,
and
nobody
expected
him
to
be
able
to
do
anything
more
than
move
a
sofa
into
the
next
room
on
his
own
.
Nobody
until
Laura
,
anyway
.
Mr
.
Ibis
had
prepared
dinner
:
rice
and
boiled
greens
for
himself
and
Mr
.
Jacquel
.
"
I
am
not
a
meat
eater
,
"
he
explained
,
"
while
Jacquel
gets
all
the
meat
he
needs
in
the
course
of
his
work
.
"
Beside
Shadow
’
s
place
was
a
carton
of
chicken
pieces
from
KFC
,
and
a
bottle
of
beer
.
There
was
more
chicken
than
Shadow
could
eat
,
and
he
shared
the
leftovers
with
the
cat
,
removing
the
skin
and
crusty
coating
then
shredding
the
meat
for
her
with
his
fingers
.
"
There
was
a
guy
in
prison
named
Jackson
,
"
said
Shadow
,
as
he
ate
,
"
worked
in
the
prison
library
.
He
told
me
that
they
changed
the
name
from
Kentucky
Fried
Chicken
to
KFC
because
they
don
’
t
serve
real
chicken
any
more
.
It
’
s
become
this
genetically
modified
mutant
thing
,
like
a
giant
centipede
with
no
head
,
just
segment
after
segment
of
legs
and
breasts
and
wings
.
It
’
s
fed
through
nutrient
tubes
.
This
guy
said
the
government
wouldn
’
t
let
them
use
the
word
chicken
.
"
Mr
.
Ibis
raised
his
eyebrows
.
"
You
think
that
’
s
true
?
"
"
Nope
.
Now
,
my
old
cellmate
,
Low
Key
,
he
said
they
changed
the
name
because
the
word
fried
had
become
a
bad
word
.
Maybe
they
wanted
people
to
think
that
the
chicken
cooked
itself
.
"
After
dinner
Jacquel
excused
himself
and
went
down
to
the
mortuary
.
Ibis
went
to
his
study
to
write
.
Shadow
sat
in
the
kitchen
for
a
little
longer
,
feeding
fragments
of
chicken
breast
to
the
little
brown
cat
,
sipping
his
beer
.
When
the
beer
and
the
chicken
were
gone
,
he
washed
up
the
plates
and
cutlery
,
put
them
on
the
rack
to
dry
,
and
went
upstairs
.
He
took
a
bath
in
the
claw
-
footed
bathtub
,
brushed
his
teeth
with
his
disposable
toothbrush
and
toothpaste
.
Tomorrow
,
he
decided
,
he
would
buy
a
new
toothbrush
.
When
he
returned
to
the
bedroom
the
little
brown
cat
was
once
more
asleep
at
the
bottom
of
the
bed
,
curled
into
a
fur
crescent
.
In
the
middle
drawer
of
the
vanity
he
found
several
pairs
of
striped
cotton
pajamas
.
