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The
waitress
,
who
wore
a
bright
red
and
green
skirt
edged
with
glittering
silver
tinsel
,
giggled
and
colored
and
smiled
happily
,
and
went
off
to
get
Wednesday
another
mug
of
hot
chocolate
.
"
Fetching
,
"
said
Wednesday
,
thoughtfully
,
watching
her
go
.
"
Becoming
,
"
he
said
.
Shadow
did
not
think
he
was
talking
about
the
dress
.
Wednesday
shoveled
the
final
slice
of
turkey
into
his
mouth
,
flicked
at
his
beard
with
his
napkin
,
and
pushed
his
plate
forward
.
"
Aaah
.
Good
.
"
He
looked
around
him
,
at
the
family
restaurant
.
In
the
background
a
tape
of
Christmas
songs
was
playing
:
the
little
drummer
boy
had
no
gifts
to
bring
,
parupapom
-
pom
,
rapappom
pom
,
rapappom
pom
.
"
Some
things
may
change
,
"
said
Wednesday
,
abruptly
.
"
People
,
however
…
people
stay
the
same
.
Some
grifts
last
forever
,
others
are
swallowed
soon
enough
by
time
and
by
the
world
.
My
favorite
grift
of
all
is
no
longer
practical
.
Still
,
a
surprising
number
of
grifts
are
timeless
—
the
Spanish
Prisoner
,
the
Pigeon
Drop
,
the
Fawney
Rig
(
that
’
s
the
Pigeon
Drop
but
with
a
gold
ring
instead
of
a
wallet
)
,
the
Fiddle
Game
…
"
"
I
’
ve
never
heard
of
the
Fiddle
Game
,
"
said
Shadow
.
"
I
think
I
’
ve
heard
of
the
others
.
My
old
cellmate
said
he
’
d
actually
done
the
Spanish
Prisoner
.
He
was
a
grifter
.
"
"
Ah
,
"
said
Wednesday
,
and
his
left
eye
sparkled
.
"
The
Fiddle
Game
was
a
fine
and
wonderful
con
.
In
its
purest
form
it
is
a
two
-
man
grift
.
It
trades
on
cupidity
and
greed
,
as
all
great
grifts
do
.
You
can
always
cheat
an
honest
man
,
but
it
takes
more
work
.
So
.
We
are
in
a
hotel
,
or
an
inn
,
or
a
fine
restaurant
,
and
,
dining
there
,
we
find
a
man
—
shabby
,
but
shabby
genteel
,
not
down
-
at
-
heel
but
certainly
down
on
his
luck
.
We
shall
call
him
Abraham
.
And
when
the
time
comes
to
settle
his
bill
—
not
a
huge
bill
,
you
understand
,
fifty
,
seventy
-
five
dollars
—
an
embarrassment
!
Where
is
his
wallet
?
Good
Lord
,
he
must
have
left
it
at
a
friend
’
s
,
not
far
away
.
He
shall
go
and
obtain
his
wallet
forthwith
!
But
here
,
mine
host
,
says
Abraham
,
take
this
old
fiddle
of
mine
for
security
.
It
’
s
old
,
as
you
can
see
,
but
it
’
s
how
I
make
my
living
.
"
Wednesday
’
s
smile
when
he
saw
the
waitress
approaching
was
huge
and
predatory
.
"
Ah
,
the
hot
chocolate
!
Brought
to
me
by
my
Christmas
Angel
!
Tell
me
,
my
dear
,
could
I
have
some
more
of
your
delicious
bread
when
you
get
a
moment
?
"
The
waitress
—
what
was
she
,
Shadow
wondered
:
sixteen
,
seventeen
?
—
looked
at
the
floor
and
her
cheeks
flushed
crimson
.
She
put
down
the
chocolate
with
shaking
hands
and
retreated
to
the
edge
of
the
room
,
by
the
slowly
rotating
display
of
pies
,
where
she
stopped
and
stared
at
Wednesday
.
Then
she
slipped
into
the
kitchen
,
to
fetch
Wednesday
his
bread
.
"
So
.
The
violin
—
old
,
unquestionably
,
perhaps
even
a
little
battered
—
is
placed
away
in
its
case
,
and
our
temporarily
impecunious
Abraham
sets
off
in
search
of
his
wallet
.
But
a
well
-
dressed
gentleman
,
only
just
done
with
his
own
dinner
,
has
been
observing
this
exchange
,
and
now
he
approaches
our
host
:
could
he
,
perchance
,
inspect
the
violin
that
honest
Abraham
left
behind
?
"
Certainly
he
can
.
Our
host
hands
it
over
,
and
the
well
-
dressed
man
—
let
us
call
him
Barrington
—
opens
his
mouth
wide
,
then
remembers
himself
and
closes
it
,
examines
the
violin
reverentially
,
like
a
man
who
has
been
permitted
into
a
holy
sanctum
to
examine
the
bones
of
a
prophet
.
‘
Why
,
’
he
says
,
‘
this
is
—
it
must
be
—
no
,
it
cannot
be
—
but
yes
,
there
it
is
—
my
lord
!
But
this
is
unbelievable
!
"
and
he
points
to
the
maker
’
s
mark
,
on
a
strip
of
browning
paper
inside
the
violin
—
but
still
,
he
says
,
even
without
it
he
would
have
known
it
by
the
color
of
the
varnish
,
by
the
scroll
,
by
the
shape
.
