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Five
days
later
Shadow
was
waiting
in
the
rental
when
Wednesday
walked
,
scowling
,
from
the
lobby
of
an
office
building
in
Dallas
.
Wednesday
slammed
the
car
door
when
he
got
in
,
and
sat
there
in
silence
,
his
face
red
with
rage
.
He
said
,
"
Drive
.
"
Then
he
said
,
"
Fucking
Albanians
.
Like
anybody
cares
.
"
Three
days
after
that
they
flew
to
Boulder
,
where
they
had
a
pleasant
lunch
with
five
young
Japanese
women
.
It
was
a
meal
of
pleasantries
and
politeness
,
and
Shadow
walked
away
from
it
unsure
of
whether
anything
had
been
agreed
to
or
decided
.
Wednesday
,
though
,
seemed
happy
enough
.
Shadow
had
begun
to
look
forward
to
returning
to
Lakeside
.
There
was
a
peace
there
,
and
a
welcome
,
that
he
appreciated
.
Each
morning
,
when
he
was
not
away
working
for
Wednesday
,
he
would
drive
across
the
bridge
to
the
town
square
.
He
would
buy
two
pasties
at
Mabel
’
s
;
he
would
eat
one
pasty
then
and
there
,
and
drink
a
coffee
.
If
someone
had
left
a
newspaper
out
he
would
read
it
,
although
he
was
never
interested
enough
in
the
news
to
purchase
a
newspaper
himself
.
He
would
pocket
the
second
pasty
,
wrapped
in
its
paper
bag
,
and
eat
it
for
his
lunch
.
He
was
reading
USA
Today
one
morning
when
Mabel
said
,
"
Hey
,
Mike
.
Where
you
going
today
?
"
The
sky
was
pale
blue
.
The
morning
mist
had
left
the
trees
covered
with
hoarfrost
.
"
I
don
’
t
know
,
"
said
Shadow
.
"
Maybe
I
’
ll
walk
the
wilderness
trail
again
.
"
She
refilled
his
coffee
.
"
You
ever
gone
east
on
County
Q
?
It
’
s
kind
of
pretty
out
thataway
.
That
’
s
the
little
road
that
starts
acrost
from
the
carpet
store
on
Twentieth
Avenue
.
"
"
No
.
Never
have
.
"
"
Well
,
"
she
said
,
"
it
’
s
kind
of
pretty
.
"
