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He
was
nervous
,
he
realized
.
This
would
be
his
first
real
social
interaction
with
other
people
—
normal
people
,
not
people
in
jail
,
not
gods
or
culture
heroes
or
dreams
—
since
he
was
first
arrested
,
over
three
years
ago
.
He
would
have
to
make
conversation
,
as
Mike
Ainsel
.
He
checked
his
watch
.
It
was
two
-
thirty
.
Marguerite
Olsen
had
told
him
to
be
there
at
six
.
Did
she
mean
six
exactly
?
Should
he
be
there
a
little
early
?
A
little
late
?
He
decided
,
eventually
,
to
walk
next
door
at
five
past
six
.
Shadow
’
s
telephone
rang
.
"
Yeah
?
"
he
said
.
"
That
’
s
no
way
to
answer
the
phone
,
"
growled
Wednesday
.
"
When
I
get
my
telephone
connected
I
’
ll
answer
it
politely
,
"
said
Shadow
.
"
Can
I
help
you
?
"
"
I
don
’
t
know
,
"
said
Wednesday
.
There
was
a
pause
.
Then
he
said
,
"
Organizing
gods
is
like
herding
cats
into
straight
lines
.
They
don
’
t
take
naturally
to
it
.
"
There
was
a
deadness
,
and
an
exhaustion
,
in
Wednesday
’
s
voice
that
Shadow
had
never
heard
before
.
"
What
’
s
wrong
?
"
"
It
’
s
hard
.
It
’
s
too
fucking
hard
.
I
don
’
t
know
if
this
is
going
to
work
.
We
might
as
well
cut
our
throats
.
Just
cut
our
own
throats
.
"
