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He
said
,
"
You
look
divine
.
"
"
How
the
hell
else
should
I
look
?
"
she
demanded
,
sweetly
.
"
Anyway
,
you
’
re
a
liar
.
New
Orleans
was
such
a
mistake
—
I
put
on
,
what
,
thirty
pounds
there
?
I
swear
.
I
knew
I
had
to
leave
when
I
started
to
waddle
.
The
tops
of
my
thighs
rub
together
when
I
walk
now
,
can
you
believe
that
?
"
This
last
was
addressed
to
Shadow
.
He
had
no
idea
what
to
say
in
reply
,
and
felt
a
hot
flush
suffuse
his
face
.
The
woman
laughed
delightedly
.
"
He
’
s
blushing
!
Wednesday
my
sweet
,
you
brought
me
a
blusher
.
How
perfectly
wonderful
of
you
.
What
’
s
he
called
?
"
"
This
is
Shadow
,
"
said
Wednesday
.
He
seemed
to
be
enjoying
Shadow
’
s
discomfort
.
"
Shadow
,
say
hello
to
Easter
.
"
Shadow
said
something
that
might
have
been
Hello
,
and
the
woman
smiled
at
him
again
.
He
felt
like
he
was
caught
in
headlights
—
the
blinding
kind
that
poachers
use
to
freeze
deer
before
they
shoot
them
.
He
could
smell
her
perfume
from
where
he
was
standing
,
an
intoxicating
mixture
of
jasmine
and
honeysuckle
,
of
sweet
milk
and
female
skin
.
"
So
,
how
’
s
tricks
?
"
asked
Wednesday
.
The
woman
—
Easter
—
laughed
a
deep
and
throaty
laugh
,
full
-
bodied
and
joyous
.
How
could
you
not
like
someone
who
laughed
like
that
?
"
Everything
’
s
fine
,
"
she
said
.
"
How
about
you
,
you
old
wolf
?
"
"
I
was
hoping
to
enlist
your
assistance
.
"
"
Wasting
your
time
.
"
"
At
least
hear
me
out
before
dismissing
me
.
"
