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"
We
did
,
"
said
Wednesday
.
"
Although
it
was
a
close
thing
.
If
they
’
d
not
stopped
to
grab
you
,
they
might
have
taken
the
lot
of
us
.
It
convinced
several
of
the
people
who
had
been
sitting
on
the
fence
that
I
might
not
be
completely
crazy
.
"
"
So
how
did
you
get
out
?
"
Wednesday
shook
his
head
.
"
I
don
’
t
pay
you
to
ask
questions
,
"
he
said
.
"
I
’
ve
told
you
before
.
"
Shadow
shrugged
.
They
spent
the
night
in
a
Super
8
motel
,
south
of
La
Crosse
.
Christmas
Day
was
spent
on
the
road
,
driving
north
and
east
.
The
farmland
became
pine
forest
.
The
towns
seemed
to
come
farther
and
farther
apart
.
They
ate
their
Christmas
lunch
late
in
the
afternoon
in
a
hall
-
like
family
restaurant
in
northern
central
Wisconsin
.
Shadow
picked
cheerlessly
at
the
dry
turkey
,
jam
-
sweet
red
lumps
of
cranberry
sauce
,
tough
-
as
-
wood
roasted
potatoes
and
the
violently
green
canned
peas
.
From
the
way
he
attacked
it
,
and
the
way
he
smacked
his
lips
,
Wednesday
seemed
to
be
enjoying
the
food
.
As
the
meal
progressed
he
became
positively
expansive
—
talking
,
joking
,
and
,
whenever
she
came
close
enough
,
flirting
with
the
waitress
,
a
thin
blonde
girl
who
looked
scarcely
old
enough
to
have
dropped
out
of
high
school
.
"
Excuse
me
,
m
’
dear
,
but
might
I
trouble
you
for
another
cup
of
your
delightful
hot
chocolate
?
And
I
trust
you
won
’
t
think
me
too
forward
if
I
say
what
a
mightily
fetching
and
becoming
dress
that
is
.
Festive
,
yet
classy
.
"
