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"
Well
,
"
he
said
,
"
that
’
s
a
ten
-
,
mebbe
a
twenty
-
minute
walk
over
the
bridge
and
around
.
But
it
’
s
no
fun
when
it
’
s
this
cold
,
and
when
you
don
’
t
know
where
you
’
re
going
it
always
seems
longer
—
you
ever
notice
that
?
First
time
takes
forever
,
and
then
ever
after
it
’
s
over
in
a
flash
?
"
"
Yes
,
"
said
Shadow
.
"
I
’
ve
never
thought
of
it
like
that
.
But
I
guess
it
’
s
true
.
"
The
old
man
nodded
.
His
face
cracked
into
a
grin
.
"
What
the
heck
,
it
’
s
Christmas
.
I
’
ll
run
you
over
there
in
Tessie
.
"
"
Tessie
?
"
said
Shadow
,
and
then
he
said
,
"
I
mean
,
thank
you
.
"
"
You
’
re
welcome
.
"
Shadow
followed
the
old
man
to
the
road
,
where
a
huge
old
roadster
was
parked
.
It
looked
like
something
that
gangsters
might
have
been
proud
to
drive
in
the
Roaring
Twenties
,
running
boards
and
all
.
It
was
a
deep
dark
color
under
the
sodium
lights
that
might
have
been
red
and
might
have
been
green
.
"
This
is
Tessie
,
"
the
old
man
said
.
"
Ain
’
t
she
a
beaut
?
"
He
patted
her
proprietarily
,
where
the
hood
curved
up
and
arched
over
the
front
nearside
wheel
.
"
What
make
is
she
?
"
asked
Shadow
.
"
She
’
s
a
Wendt
Phoenix
.
Wendt
went
under
in
’
31
,
name
was
bought
by
Chrysler
,
but
they
never
made
any
more
Wendts
.
Harvey
Wendt
,
who
founded
the
company
,
was
a
local
boy
.
Went
out
to
California
,
killed
himself
in
,
oh
,
1941
,
’
42
.
Great
tragedy
.
"
