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He
wore
his
own
old
shoes
.
The
house
was
still
asleep
.
He
crept
through
it
,
willing
the
floorboards
not
to
creak
,
and
then
he
was
outside
(
out
through
the
front
door
,
not
the
mortuary
,
not
this
morning
,
not
when
he
didn
’
t
have
to
)
,
and
he
walked
through
the
snow
,
his
feet
leaving
deep
prints
in
the
virgin
snow
,
his
steps
crunching
as
they
pushed
the
soft
snow
deep
onto
the
sidewalk
.
It
was
lighter
out
than
it
had
seemed
from
inside
the
house
,
and
the
snow
reflected
the
light
from
the
sky
.
After
fifteen
minutes
walking
,
Shadow
came
to
a
bridge
,
with
a
big
sign
on
the
side
of
it
warning
him
he
was
now
leaving
historical
Cairo
.
A
man
stood
under
the
bridge
,
tall
and
gangling
,
sucking
on
a
cigarette
and
shivering
continually
.
Shadow
thought
he
recognized
the
man
,
but
the
light
on
the
snow
was
playing
tricks
on
his
eyes
,
and
he
walked
closer
and
closer
in
order
to
be
sure
.
The
man
wore
a
patched
denim
jacket
and
a
baseball
cap
.
And
then
,
under
the
bridge
in
the
winter
darkness
he
was
close
enough
to
see
the
purple
smudge
of
bruise
around
the
man
’
s
eye
,
and
he
said
,
"
Good
morning
,
Mad
Sweeney
.
"
The
world
was
so
quiet
.
Not
even
cars
disturbed
the
snowbound
silence
.
"
Hey
,
man
,
"
said
Mad
Sweeney
.
He
did
not
look
up
.
The
cigarette
had
been
rolled
by
hand
.
Shadow
wondered
if
the
man
was
smoking
a
joint
.
No
,
the
smell
was
tobacco
.
"
You
keep
hanging
out
under
bridges
,
Mad
Sweeney
,
"
said
Shadow
,
"
people
gonna
think
you
’
re
a
troll
.
"
This
time
Mad
Sweeney
looked
up
.
Shadow
could
see
the
whites
of
his
eyes
all
around
his
irises
.
The
man
looked
scared
.
"
I
was
lookin
’
for
you
,
"
he
said
.
"
You
gotta
help
me
,
man
.
I
fucked
up
big
-
time
.
"
He
sucked
on
his
hand
-
rolled
cigarette
,
pulled
it
away
from
his
mouth
.
The
cigarette
paper
stuck
to
his
lower
lip
,
and
the
cigarette
fell
apart
,
spilling
its
contents
onto
his
ginger
beard
and
down
the
front
of
his
filthy
T
-
shirt
.
Mad
Sweeney
brushed
it
off
,
convulsively
,
with
blackened
hands
,
as
if
it
were
a
dangerous
insect
.
"
My
resources
are
pretty
much
tapped
out
,
Mad
Sweeney
,
"
said
Shadow
.
"
But
why
don
’
t
you
tell
me
what
it
is
you
need
.
You
want
me
to
get
you
a
coffee
?
"
