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"
Well
,
she
’
s
said
a
few
things
when
she
called
.
She
’
s
a
very
fine
-
looking
woman
.
"
"
So
…
what
are
you
going
to
do
about
it
?
"
"
I
could
ask
her
out
here
.
I
could
do
that
,
couldn
’
t
I
?
She
’
s
kind
of
said
she
’
d
like
to
come
up
here
.
"
"
You
’
re
both
adults
.
I
’
d
say
go
for
it
.
"
Chad
nodded
,
and
blushed
,
and
nodded
again
.
The
telephone
in
Shadow
’
s
apartment
was
silent
and
dead
.
He
thought
about
getting
it
connected
,
but
could
think
of
no
one
he
wanted
to
call
.
Late
one
night
he
picked
it
up
and
listened
,
and
was
convinced
that
he
could
hear
a
wind
blowing
and
a
distant
conversation
between
a
group
of
people
whose
voices
were
too
faint
to
distinguish
.
He
said
,
"
Hello
?
"
and
"
Who
’
s
there
?
"
but
there
was
no
reply
,
only
a
sudden
silence
and
then
the
faraway
sound
of
laughter
,
so
faint
he
was
not
certain
he
was
not
imagining
it
.
Shadow
made
more
journeys
with
Wednesday
in
the
weeks
that
followed
.
He
waited
in
the
kitchen
of
a
Rhode
Island
cottage
,
and
listened
while
Wednesday
sat
in
a
darkened
bedroom
and
argued
with
a
woman
who
would
not
get
out
of
bed
,
nor
would
she
let
Wednesday
or
Shadow
look
at
her
face
.
In
the
refrigerator
was
a
plastic
bag
filled
with
crickets
,
and
another
filled
with
the
corpses
of
baby
mice
.
In
a
rock
club
in
Seattle
Shadow
watched
Wednesday
shout
his
greeting
,
over
the
noise
of
the
band
,
to
a
young
woman
with
short
red
hair
and
blue
-
spiral
tattoos
.
That
talk
must
have
gone
well
,
for
Wednesday
came
away
from
it
grinning
delightedly
.
