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"
It
is
he
that
is
in
error
,
not
me
,
"
said
Chapman
.
"
If
he
’
d
jes
read
the
Swedenborg
I
gave
him
he
’
d
know
that
.
It
’
d
bring
light
into
his
life
.
"
Harry
Bluejay
’
s
car
was
missing
its
side
mirrors
,
and
its
tires
were
the
baldest
Shadow
had
ever
seen
:
perfectly
smooth
black
rubber
.
Harry
Bluejay
told
them
the
car
drank
oil
,
but
as
long
as
you
kept
pouring
oil
in
,
it
would
just
keep
running
forever
,
unless
it
stopped
.
Harry
Bluejay
filled
a
black
garbage
bag
with
shit
from
the
car
(
said
shit
including
several
screw
-
top
bottles
of
cheap
beer
,
unfinished
,
a
small
packet
of
cannabis
resin
wrapped
in
silver
foil
and
badly
hidden
in
the
car
’
s
ashtray
,
a
skunk
-
tail
,
two
dozen
country
and
western
cassettes
and
a
battered
,
yellowing
copy
of
Stranger
in
a
Strange
Land
)
.
"
Sorry
I
was
jerking
your
chain
before
,
"
said
Harry
Bluejay
to
Wednesday
,
passing
him
the
car
keys
.
"
You
know
when
I
’
ll
get
the
Winnebago
?
"
"
Ask
your
uncle
.
He
’
s
the
fucking
used
-
car
dealer
,
"
growled
Wednesday
.
"
Wisakedjak
is
not
my
uncle
,
"
said
Harry
Bluejay
.
He
took
his
black
garbage
bag
and
went
into
the
nearest
house
,
and
closed
the
door
behind
him
.
They
dropped
Johnny
Chapman
in
Sioux
Falls
,
outside
a
whole
-
food
store
.
Wednesday
said
nothing
on
the
drive
.
He
was
brooding
.
In
a
family
restaurant
just
outside
St
.
Paul
Shadow
picked
up
a
newspaper
someone
else
had
put
down
.
He
looked
at
it
once
,
then
again
,
then
he
showed
it
to
Wednesday
.
Wednesday
was
in
a
black
sulk
,
as
he
had
been
since
they
left
Whiskey
Jack
’
s
place
.
"
Look
at
that
,
"
said
Shadow
.
