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"
Lakeside
,
"
said
a
trim
woman
whose
name
Shadow
had
forgotten
,
if
ever
they
’
d
been
introduced
,
"
is
the
best
town
in
the
Northwoods
.
You
know
how
many
people
are
unemployed
in
Lakeside
?
"
"
No
,
"
said
Shadow
.
"
Less
than
twenty
,
"
she
said
.
"
There
’
s
over
five
thousand
people
live
in
and
around
this
town
.
We
may
not
be
rich
,
but
everyone
’
s
working
.
It
’
s
not
like
the
mining
towns
up
in
the
northeast
—
most
of
them
are
ghost
towns
now
.
There
were
farming
towns
that
were
killed
by
the
falling
cost
of
milk
,
or
the
low
price
of
hogs
.
You
know
what
the
biggest
cause
of
unnatural
death
is
among
farmers
in
the
Midwest
?
"
"
Suicide
?
"
Shadow
hazarded
.
She
looked
almost
disappointed
.
"
Yeah
.
That
’
s
it
.
They
kill
themselves
.
"
She
shook
her
head
.
Then
she
continued
,
"
There
are
too
many
towns
hereabouts
that
only
exist
for
the
hunters
and
the
vacationers
,
towns
that
just
take
their
money
and
send
them
home
with
their
trophies
and
their
bug
bites
.
Then
there
are
the
company
towns
,
where
everything
’
s
just
hunky
-
dory
until
Wal
-
Mart
relocates
their
distribution
center
or
3M
stops
manufacturing
CD
cases
there
or
whatever
and
suddenly
there
’
s
a
boatload
of
folks
who
can
’
t
pay
their
mortgages
.
I
’
m
sorry
,
I
didn
’
t
catch
your
name
.
"
"
Ainsel
,
"
said
Shadow
.
"
Mike
Ainsel
.
"
The
beer
he
was
drinking
was
a
local
brew
,
made
with
spring
water
.
It
was
good
.
"
I
’
m
Callie
Knopf
,
"
she
said
.
"
Dolly
’
s
sister
.
"
Her
face
was
still
ruddy
from
the
cold
.
"
So
what
I
’
m
saying
is
that
Lakeside
’
s
lucky
.
We
’
ve
got
a
little
of
everything
here
—
farm
,
light
industry
,
tourism
,
crafts
.
Good
schools
.
"
Shadow
looked
at
her
in
puzzlement
.
There
was
something
empty
at
the
bottom
of
all
her
words
.
It
was
as
if
he
were
listening
to
a
salesman
,
a
good
salesman
,
who
believed
in
his
product
,
but
still
wanted
to
make
sure
you
went
home
with
all
the
brushes
or
the
full
set
of
encyclopedias
.
Perhaps
she
could
see
it
in
his
face
.
She
said
,
"
I
’
m
sorry
.
When
you
love
something
you
just
don
’
t
want
to
stop
talking
about
it
.
What
do
you
do
,
Mister
Ainsel
?
"
