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"
Shadow
wanted
to
point
out
to
Mad
Sweeney
that
that
was
a
kind
of
bitter
philosophy
,
but
he
suspected
it
was
the
being
dead
that
made
you
bitter
.
He
went
upstairs
to
the
main
house
,
where
a
number
of
middle
-
aged
women
were
putting
Saran
wrap
on
casserole
dishes
,
popping
the
Tupperware
tops
onto
plastic
pots
of
cooling
fried
potatoes
and
macaroni
and
cheese
.
Mr
.
Goodchild
,
the
husband
of
the
deceased
,
had
Mr
.
Ibis
against
a
wall
,
and
was
telling
him
how
he
knew
none
of
his
children
would
come
out
to
pay
their
respects
to
their
mother
.
The
apple
don
’
t
fall
far
from
the
tree
,
he
told
anyone
who
would
listen
to
him
.
The
apple
don
’
t
fall
far
from
the
tree
.
That
evening
Shadow
laid
an
extra
place
at
the
table
.
He
put
a
glass
at
each
place
,
and
a
new
bottle
of
Jameson
Gold
in
the
middle
of
the
table
.
It
was
the
most
expensive
Irish
whiskey
they
sold
at
the
liquor
store
.
After
they
ate
(
a
large
platter
of
leftovers
left
for
them
by
the
middle
-
aged
women
)
Shadow
poured
a
generous
tot
into
each
glass
—
his
,
Ibis
’
s
,
Jacquel
’
s
and
Mad
Sweeney
’
s
.
"
So
what
if
he
’
s
sitting
on
a
gurney
in
the
cellar
,
"
said
Shadow
,
as
he
poured
,
"
on
his
way
to
a
pauper
’
s
grave
?
Tonight
we
’
ll
toast
him
,
and
give
him
the
wake
he
wanted
.
"
Shadow
raised
his
glass
to
the
empty
place
at
the
table
.
"
I
only
met
Mad
Sweeney
twice
,
alive
,
"
he
said
.
"
The
first
time
I
thought
he
was
a
world
-
class
jerk
with
the
devil
in
him
.
The
second
time
I
thought
he
was
a
major
fuckup
and
I
gave
him
the
money
to
kill
himself
.
He
showed
me
a
coin
trick
I
don
’
t
remember
how
to
do
,
gave
me
some
bruises
,
and
claimed
he
was
a
leprechaun
.
Rest
in
peace
,
Mad
Sweeney
.
"
He
sipped
the
whiskey
,
letting
the
smoky
taste
evaporate
in
his
mouth
.
The
other
two
drank
,
toasting
the
empty
chair
along
with
him
.
Mr
.
Ibis
reached
into
an
inside
pocket
and
pulled
out
a
notebook
,
which
he
flipped
through
until
he
found
the
appropriate
page
,
and
he
read
out
a
summarized
version
of
Mad
Sweeney
’
s
life
.
According
to
Mr
.
Ibis
,
Mad
Sweeney
had
started
his
life
as
the
guardian
of
a
sacred
rock
in
a
small
Irish
glade
,
over
three
thousand
years
ago
.
Mr
.
Ibis
told
them
of
Mad
Sweeney
’
s
love
affairs
,
his
enmities
,
the
madness
that
gave
him
his
power
(
"
a
later
version
of
the
tale
is
still
told
,
although
the
sacred
nature
,
and
the
antiquity
,
of
much
of
the
verse
has
long
been
forgotten
"
)
,
the
worship
and
adoration
in
his
own
land
that
slowly
transmuted
into
a
guarded
respect
and
then
,
finally
,
into
amusement
;
he
told
them
the
story
of
the
girl
from
Bantry
who
came
to
the
New
World
,
and
who
brought
her
belief
in
Mad
Sweeney
the
leprechaun
with
her
,
for
hadn
’
t
she
seen
him
of
a
night
,
down
by
the
pool
,
and
hadn
’
t
he
smiled
at
her
and
called
her
by
her
own
true
name
?
She
had
become
a
refugee
,
in
the
hold
of
a
ship
of
people
who
had
watched
their
potatoes
turn
to
black
sludge
in
the
ground
,
who
had
watched
friends
and
lovers
die
of
hunger
,
who
dreamed
of
a
land
of
full
stomachs
.
