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He
guessed
it
must
have
happened
.
He
suspected
that
there
wasn
’
t
much
that
hadn
’
t
happened
in
Las
Vegas
at
some
point
or
other
.
And
America
was
so
damn
big
that
with
so
many
people
there
was
always
bound
to
be
somebody
.
And
then
he
realized
that
he
had
zoned
out
just
as
Wednesday
had
been
telling
him
who
the
man
in
the
dark
suit
they
had
followed
in
the
taxi
had
been
,
and
he
had
missed
it
.
"
So
he
’
s
in
,
"
said
Wednesday
.
"
It
’
ll
cost
me
a
bottle
of
Soma
,
though
.
"
"
What
’
s
Soma
?
"
"
It
’
s
a
drink
.
"
They
walked
onto
the
charter
plane
,
empty
but
for
them
and
a
trio
of
corporate
big
spenders
who
needed
to
be
back
in
Chicago
by
the
start
of
the
next
business
day
.
Wednesday
got
comfortable
,
ordered
himself
a
Jack
Daniel
’
s
.
"
My
kind
of
people
see
your
kind
of
people
…
"
He
hesitated
.
"
It
’
s
like
bees
and
honey
.
Each
bee
makes
only
a
tiny
,
tiny
drop
of
honey
.
It
takes
thousands
of
them
,
millions
perhaps
,
all
working
together
to
make
the
pot
of
honey
you
have
on
your
breakfast
table
.
Now
imagine
that
you
could
eat
nothing
but
honey
.
That
’
s
what
it
’
s
like
for
my
kind
of
people
…
we
feed
on
belief
,
on
prayers
,
on
love
.
It
takes
a
lot
of
people
believing
just
the
tiniest
bit
to
sustain
us
.
That
’
s
what
we
need
,
instead
of
food
.
Belief
.
"
"
And
Soma
is
…
"
"
To
take
the
analogy
further
,
it
’
s
honey
wine
.
Mead
.
"
He
chuckled
.
"
It
’
s
a
drink
.
Concentrated
prayer
and
belief
,
distilled
into
a
potent
liqueur
.
"
They
were
somewhere
over
Nebraska
eating
an
unimpressive
in
-
flight
breakfast
when
Shadow
said
,
"
My
wife
.
"
