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Easter
put
her
slim
hand
on
the
back
of
Wednesday
’
s
square
gray
hand
.
"
I
’
m
telling
you
,
"
she
said
,
"
I
’
m
doing
fine
.
On
my
festival
days
they
still
feast
on
eggs
and
rabbits
,
on
candy
and
on
flesh
,
to
represent
rebirth
and
copulation
.
They
wear
flowers
in
their
bonnets
and
they
give
each
other
flowers
.
They
do
it
in
my
name
.
More
and
more
of
them
every
year
.
In
my
name
,
old
wolf
.
"
"
And
you
wax
fat
and
affluent
on
their
worship
and
their
love
?
"
he
said
,
dryly
.
"
Don
’
t
be
an
asshole
.
"
Suddenly
she
sounded
very
tired
.
She
sipped
her
mochaccino
.
"
Serious
question
,
m
’
dear
.
Certainly
I
would
agree
that
millions
upon
millions
of
them
give
each
other
tokens
in
your
name
,
and
that
they
still
practice
all
the
rites
of
your
festival
,
even
down
to
hunting
for
hidden
eggs
.
But
how
many
of
them
know
who
you
are
?
Eh
?
Excuse
me
,
miss
?
"
This
to
their
waitress
.
She
said
,
"
You
need
another
espresso
?
"
"
No
,
my
dear
.
I
was
just
wondering
if
you
could
solve
a
little
argument
we
were
having
over
here
.
My
friend
and
I
were
disagreeing
over
what
the
word
‘
Easter
’
means
.
Would
you
happen
to
know
?
"
The
girl
stared
at
him
as
if
green
toads
had
begun
to
push
their
way
between
his
lips
.
Then
she
said
,
"
I
don
’
t
know
about
any
of
that
Christian
stuff
.
I
’
m
a
pagan
.
"
The
woman
behind
the
counter
said
,
"
I
think
it
’
s
like
Latin
or
something
for
‘
Christ
has
risen
’
maybe
.
"
"
Really
?
"
said
Wednesday
.
