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"
This
went
on
for
a
few
years
.
He
’
d
come
back
,
spend
money
on
the
kids
,
leave
Margie
in
tears
.
Most
of
us
just
started
wishing
he
’
d
never
come
back
at
all
.
His
mom
and
pop
had
moved
to
Florida
when
they
retired
,
said
they
couldn
’
t
take
another
Wisconsin
winter
.
So
last
year
he
came
out
,
said
he
wanted
to
take
the
boys
to
Florida
for
Christmas
.
Margie
said
not
a
hope
,
told
him
to
get
lost
.
It
got
pretty
unpleasant
—
at
one
point
I
had
to
go
over
there
.
Domestic
dispute
.
By
the
time
I
got
there
Darren
was
standing
in
the
front
yard
shouting
stuff
,
the
boys
were
barely
holding
it
together
,
Margie
was
crying
.
"
I
told
Darren
he
was
shaping
up
for
a
night
in
the
cells
.
I
thought
for
a
moment
he
was
going
to
hit
me
,
but
he
was
sober
enough
not
to
do
that
.
I
gave
him
a
ride
down
to
the
trailer
park
south
of
town
,
told
him
to
shape
up
.
That
he
’
d
hurt
her
enough
…
Next
day
he
left
town
.
"
"
Two
weeks
later
,
Sandy
vanished
.
Didn
’
t
get
onto
the
school
bus
.
Told
his
best
friend
that
he
’
d
be
seeing
his
dad
soon
,
that
Darren
was
bringing
him
a
specially
cool
present
to
make
up
for
having
missed
Christmas
in
Florida
.
Nobody
’
s
seen
him
since
.
Non
-
custodial
kidnappings
are
the
hardest
.
It
’
s
tough
to
find
a
kid
who
doesn
’
t
want
to
be
found
,
y
’
see
?
"
Shadow
said
that
he
did
.
He
saw
something
else
as
well
.
Chad
Mulligan
was
in
love
with
Marguerite
Olsen
himself
.
He
wondered
if
the
man
knew
how
obvious
it
was
.
Mulligan
pulled
out
once
more
,
lights
flashing
,
and
pulled
over
some
teenagers
doing
sixty
.
He
didn
’
t
ticket
them
,
"
just
put
the
fear
of
God
in
them
.
"
That
evening
Shadow
sat
at
the
kitchen
table
trying
to
figure
out
how
to
transform
a
silver
dollar
into
a
penny
.
It
was
a
trick
he
had
found
in
Perplexing
Parlour
Illusions
but
the
instructions
were
infuriating
,
unhelpful
,
and
vague
.
Phrases
like
"
then
vanish
the
penny
in
the
usual
way
"
occurred
every
sentence
or
so
.
In
this
context
,
Shadow
wondered
,
what
was
"
the
usual
way
"
?
A
French
drop
?
Sleeving
it
?
Shouting
"
Oh
my
god
,
look
out
—
a
mountain
lion
!
"
and
dropping
the
coin
into
his
side
pocket
while
the
audience
’
s
attention
was
diverted
?
He
tossed
his
silver
dollar
into
the
air
,
caught
it
,
remembering
the
moon
and
the
woman
who
gave
it
to
him
,
then
he
attempted
the
illusion
.
It
didn
’
t
seem
to
work
.
He
walked
into
the
bathroom
and
tried
it
in
front
of
the
mirror
,
and
confirmed
that
he
was
right
.
The
trick
as
written
simply
didn
’
t
work
.
He
sighed
,
dropped
the
coins
in
his
pocket
and
sat
down
on
the
couch
.
He
spread
the
cheap
throw
rug
over
his
legs
and
flipped
open
the
Minutes
of
the
Lakeside
Council
1872
–
1884
.
The
type
,
in
two
columns
,
was
so
small
as
to
be
almost
unreadable
.
He
flipped
through
the
book
,
looking
at
the
reproductions
of
the
photographs
of
the
period
,
at
the
several
incarnations
of
the
Lakeside
city
council
therein
:
long
side
-
whiskers
and
clay
pipes
and
battered
hats
and
shiny
hats
,
worn
with
faces
which
were
,
many
of
them
,
peculiarly
familiar
.
He
was
unsurprised
to
see
that
the
portly
secretary
of
the
1882
city
council
was
a
Patrick
Mulligan
:
shave
him
,
make
him
lose
twenty
pounds
and
he
’
d
be
a
dead
ringer
for
Chad
Mulligan
,
his
—
what
,
great
-
great
-
grandson
?
He
wondered
if
Hinzelmann
’
s
pioneer
grandfather
was
in
the
photographs
,
but
it
did
not
appear
that
he
had
been
city
council
material
.
Shadow
thought
he
had
seen
a
reference
to
a
Hinzelmann
in
the
text
,
while
flipping
from
photograph
to
photograph
,
but
it
eluded
him
when
he
leafed
back
for
it
,
and
the
tiny
type
made
Shadow
’
s
eyes
ache
.
He
put
the
book
down
on
his
chest
and
realized
his
head
was
nodding
.
It
would
be
foolish
to
fall
asleep
on
the
couch
,
he
decided
,
soberly
.
The
bedroom
was
only
a
few
feet
away
.
On
the
other
hand
,
the
bedroom
and
the
bed
would
still
be
there
in
five
minutes
,
and
anyway
,
he
was
not
going
to
go
to
sleep
,
only
to
close
his
eyes
for
a
moment
…
Darkness
roared
.
