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The
waitress
had
returned
to
clear
the
table
.
"
Tell
me
,
my
dear
,
"
said
Wednesday
.
"
Are
you
married
?
"
She
shook
her
head
.
"
Astonishing
that
a
young
lady
of
such
loveliness
has
not
yet
been
snapped
up
.
"
He
was
doodling
with
his
fingernail
in
the
spilled
salt
,
making
squat
,
blocky
rune
-
like
shapes
.
The
waitress
stood
passively
beside
him
,
reminding
Shadow
less
of
a
fawn
and
more
of
a
young
rabbit
caught
in
an
eighteen
-
wheeler
’
s
headlights
,
frozen
in
fear
and
indecision
.
Wednesday
lowered
his
voice
,
so
much
so
that
Shadow
,
only
across
the
table
,
could
barely
hear
him
.
"
What
time
do
you
get
off
work
?
"
"
Nine
,
"
she
said
,
and
swallowed
.
"
Nine
thirty
latest
.
"
"
And
what
is
the
finest
motel
in
this
area
?
"
"
There
’
s
a
Motel
6
,
"
she
said
.
"
It
’
s
not
much
.
"
Wednesday
touched
the
back
of
her
hand
,
fleetingly
,
with
the
tips
of
his
fingers
,
leaving
crumbs
of
salt
on
her
skin
.
She
made
no
attempt
to
wipe
them
off
.
"
To
us
,
"
he
said
,
his
voice
an
almost
inaudible
rumble
,
"
it
shall
be
a
pleasure
-
palace
.
"
The
waitress
looked
at
him
.
She
bit
her
thin
lips
,
hesitated
,
then
nodded
and
fled
for
the
kitchen
.
