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Shadow
’
s
head
ached
and
pounded
,
and
his
tongue
tasted
and
felt
like
flypaper
.
He
squinted
at
the
glare
of
the
daylight
.
He
had
fallen
asleep
with
his
head
on
the
kitchen
table
.
He
was
fully
dressed
,
although
he
had
at
some
point
taken
off
his
black
tie
.
He
walked
downstairs
,
to
the
mortuary
,
and
was
relieved
but
unsurprised
to
see
that
John
Doe
was
still
on
the
embalming
table
.
Shadow
pried
the
empty
bottle
of
Jameson
Gold
from
the
corpse
’
s
rigor
-
mortised
fingers
,
and
threw
it
away
.
He
could
hear
someone
moving
about
in
the
house
above
.
Mr
.
Wednesday
was
sitting
at
the
kitchen
table
when
Shadow
went
upstairs
.
He
was
eating
leftover
potato
salad
from
a
Tupperware
container
with
a
plastic
spoon
.
He
wore
a
dark
gray
suit
,
a
white
shirt
and
a
deep
gray
tie
:
the
morning
sun
glittered
on
the
silver
tiepin
in
the
shape
of
a
tree
.
He
smiled
at
Shadow
when
he
saw
him
.
"
Ah
,
Shadow
m
’
boy
,
good
to
see
you
’
re
up
.
I
thought
you
were
going
to
sleep
forever
.
"
"
Mad
Sweeney
’
s
dead
,
"
said
Shadow
.
"
So
I
heard
,
"
said
Wednesday
.
"
A
great
pity
.
Of
course
it
will
come
to
all
of
us
,
in
the
end
.
"
He
tugged
on
an
imaginary
rope
,
somewhere
on
the
level
of
his
ear
,
and
then
jerked
his
neck
to
one
side
,
tongue
protruding
,
eyes
bulging
.
As
quick
pantomimes
went
,
it
was
disturbing
.
And
then
he
let
go
of
the
rope
and
smiled
his
familiar
grin
.
"
Would
you
like
some
potato
salad
?
"
"
I
would
not
.
"
Shadow
darted
a
look
around
the
kitchen
and
out
into
the
hall
.
"
Do
you
know
where
Ibis
and
Jacquel
are
?
"
"
Indeed
I
do
.
They
are
burying
Mrs
.
Lila
Goodchild
—
something
that
they
would
probably
have
liked
your
help
in
doing
,
but
I
asked
them
not
to
wake
you
.
You
have
a
long
drive
ahead
of
you
.
"
"
We
’
re
leaving
?
"
