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The
car
smelled
of
leather
and
old
cigarette
smoke
—
not
a
fresh
smell
,
but
as
if
enough
people
had
smoked
enough
cigarettes
and
cigars
in
the
car
over
the
years
that
the
smell
of
burning
tobacco
had
become
part
of
the
fabric
of
the
car
.
The
old
man
turned
the
key
in
the
ignition
and
Tessie
started
first
time
.
"
Tomorrow
,
"
he
told
Shadow
,
"
she
goes
into
the
garage
.
I
’
ll
cover
her
with
a
dust
sheet
,
and
that
’
s
where
she
’
ll
stay
until
spring
.
Truth
of
the
matter
is
,
I
shouldn
’
t
be
driving
her
right
now
,
with
the
snow
on
the
ground
.
"
"
Doesn
’
t
she
ride
well
in
snow
?
"
"
Rides
just
fine
.
It
’
s
the
salt
they
put
on
the
roads
to
melt
the
snow
.
Rusts
these
old
beauties
faster
than
you
could
believe
.
You
want
to
go
door
to
door
,
or
would
you
like
the
moonlight
grand
tour
of
the
town
?
"
"
I
don
’
t
want
to
trouble
you
—
"
"
It
’
s
no
trouble
.
You
get
to
be
my
age
,
you
’
re
grateful
for
the
least
wink
of
sleep
.
I
’
m
lucky
if
I
get
five
hours
a
night
nowadays
—
wake
up
and
my
mind
is
just
turning
and
turning
.
Where
are
my
manners
?
My
name
’
s
Hinzelmann
.
I
’
d
say
,
call
me
Richie
,
but
round
here
folks
who
know
me
just
call
me
plain
Hinzelmann
.
I
’
d
shake
your
hand
,
but
I
need
two
hands
to
drive
Tessie
.
She
knows
when
I
’
m
not
paying
attention
.
"
"
Mike
Ainsel
,
"
said
Shadow
.
"
Pleased
to
meet
you
,
Hinzelmann
.
"
"
So
we
’
ll
go
round
the
lake
.
Grand
tour
,
"
said
Hinzelmann
.
Main
Street
,
which
they
were
on
,
was
a
pretty
street
,
even
at
night
,
and
it
looked
old
-
fashioned
in
the
best
sense
of
the
word
—
as
if
,
for
a
hundred
years
,
people
had
been
caring
for
that
street
and
they
had
not
been
in
a
hurry
to
lose
anything
they
liked
.
Hinzelmann
pointed
out
the
town
’
s
two
restaurants
as
they
passed
them
(
a
German
restaurant
and
what
he
described
as
"
Greek
,
Norwegian
,
bit
of
everything
,
and
a
popover
at
every
plate
"
)
;
he
pointed
out
the
bakery
and
the
bookstore
(
"
What
I
say
is
,
a
town
isn
’
t
a
town
without
a
bookstore
.
It
may
call
itself
a
town
,
but
unless
it
’
s
got
a
bookstore
,
it
knows
it
’
s
not
foolin
’
a
soul
"
)
.
He
slowed
Tessie
as
they
passed
the
library
so
Shadow
could
get
a
good
look
at
it
.
Antique
gaslights
flickered
over
the
doorway
—
Hinzelmann
proudly
called
Shadow
’
s
attention
to
them
.
"
Built
in
the
1870s
by
John
Henning
,
local
lumber
baron
.
He
wanted
it
called
the
Henning
Memorial
Library
,
but
when
he
died
they
started
calling
it
the
Lakeside
Library
,
and
I
guess
it
’
ll
be
the
Lakeside
Library
now
until
the
end
of
time
.
Isn
’
t
it
a
dream
?
"
He
couldn
’
t
have
been
prouder
of
it
if
he
had
built
it
himself
.
The
building
reminded
Shadow
of
a
castle
,
and
he
said
so
.
"
That
’
s
right
,
"
agreed
Hinzelmann
.
"
Turrets
and
all
.
Henning
wanted
it
to
look
like
that
on
the
outside
.
Inside
they
still
have
all
the
original
pine
shelving
.
Miriam
Shultz
wants
to
tear
the
insides
out
and
modernize
,
but
it
’
s
on
the
register
of
historic
places
,
and
there
’
s
not
a
damn
thing
she
can
do
.
