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"
Within
the
hour
.
"
"
I
should
say
goodbye
.
"
"
Goodbyes
are
overrated
.
You
’
ll
see
them
again
,
I
have
no
doubt
,
before
this
affair
is
done
with
.
"
For
the
first
time
since
that
first
night
,
Shadow
observed
,
the
small
brown
cat
was
curled
up
in
her
basket
.
She
opened
her
incurious
amber
eyes
and
watched
him
go
.
So
Shadow
left
the
house
of
the
dead
.
Ice
sheathed
the
winter
-
black
bushes
and
trees
as
if
they
’
d
been
insulated
,
made
into
dreams
.
The
path
was
slippery
.
Wednesday
led
the
way
to
Shadow
’
s
white
Chevy
Nova
,
parked
out
on
the
road
It
had
been
recently
cleaned
,
and
the
Wisconsin
plates
had
been
removed
,
replaced
with
Minnesota
plates
.
Wednesday
’
s
luggage
was
already
stacked
in
the
back
seat
.
Wednesday
unlocked
the
car
with
keys
that
were
duplicates
of
the
ones
Shadow
had
in
his
own
pocket
.
"
I
’
ll
drive
,
"
said
Wednesday
.
"
It
’
ll
be
at
least
an
hour
before
you
’
re
good
for
anything
.
"
They
drove
north
,
the
Mississippi
on
their
left
,
a
wide
silver
stream
beneath
a
gray
sky
.
Shadow
saw
,
perched
on
a
leafless
gray
tree
beside
the
road
,
a
huge
brown
and
white
hawk
,
which
stared
down
at
them
with
mad
eyes
as
they
drove
toward
it
,
then
took
to
the
wing
and
rose
in
slow
and
powerful
circles
and
,
in
moments
,
was
out
of
sight
.
Shadow
realized
it
had
only
been
a
temporary
reprieve
,
his
time
in
the
house
of
the
dead
;
and
already
it
was
beginning
to
feel
like
something
that
happened
to
somebody
else
,
a
long
time
ago
.
