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"
And
then
you
’
ll
be
happy
?
"
asked
Low
Key
Lyesmith
.
That
day
they
were
working
in
the
prison
shop
,
assembling
bird
feeders
,
which
was
barely
more
interesting
than
stamping
out
license
plates
.
"
Call
no
man
happy
,
"
said
Shadow
,
"
until
he
is
dead
.
"
"
Herodotus
,
"
said
Low
Key
.
"
Hey
.
You
’
re
learning
.
"
"
Who
the
fuck
’
s
Herodotus
?
"
asked
the
Iceman
,
slotting
together
the
sides
of
a
bird
feeder
and
passing
it
to
Shadow
,
who
bolted
and
screwed
it
tight
.
"
Dead
Greek
,
"
said
Shadow
.
"
My
last
girlfriend
was
Greek
,
"
said
the
Iceman
.
"
The
shit
her
family
ate
.
You
would
not
believe
.
Like
rice
wrapped
in
leaves
.
Shit
like
that
.
"
The
Iceman
was
the
same
size
and
shape
as
a
Coke
machine
,
with
blue
eyes
and
hair
so
blond
it
was
almost
white
.
He
had
beaten
the
crap
out
of
some
guy
who
had
made
the
mistake
of
copping
a
feel
off
his
girlfriend
in
the
bar
where
she
danced
and
the
Iceman
bounced
.
The
guy
’
s
friends
had
called
the
police
,
who
arrested
the
Iceman
and
ran
a
check
on
him
which
revealed
that
the
Iceman
had
walked
from
a
work
-
release
program
eighteen
months
earlier
.
"
So
what
was
I
supposed
to
do
?
"
asked
the
Iceman
,
aggrieved
,
when
he
had
told
Shadow
the
whole
sad
tale
.
"
I
’
d
told
him
she
was
my
girlfriend
.
Was
I
supposed
to
let
him
disrespect
me
like
that
?
Was
I
?
I
mean
,
he
had
his
hands
all
over
her
.
"
Shadow
had
said
,
"
You
tell
’
em
,
"
and
left
it
at
that
.
One
thing
he
had
learned
early
,
you
do
your
own
time
in
prison
.
You
don
’
t
do
anyone
else
’
s
time
for
them
.
Keep
your
head
down
.
Do
your
own
time
.
