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"
Okay
,
"
said
Shadow
.
"
My
life
,
which
for
three
years
has
been
a
long
way
from
being
the
greatest
life
there
has
ever
been
,
just
took
a
distinct
and
sudden
turn
for
the
worse
.
Now
there
are
a
few
things
I
need
to
do
.
I
want
to
go
to
Laura
’
s
funeral
.
I
want
to
say
goodbye
.
I
should
wind
up
her
stuff
.
If
you
still
need
me
,
I
want
to
start
at
five
hundred
dollars
a
week
.
"
The
figure
was
a
stab
in
the
dark
.
Wednesday
’
s
eyes
revealed
nothing
.
"
If
we
’
re
happy
working
together
,
in
six
months
’
time
you
raise
it
to
a
thousand
a
week
.
"
He
paused
.
It
was
the
longest
speech
he
’
d
made
in
years
.
"
You
say
you
may
need
people
to
be
hurt
.
Well
,
I
’
ll
hurt
people
if
they
’
re
trying
to
hurt
you
.
But
I
don
’
t
hurt
people
for
fun
or
for
profit
.
I
won
’
t
go
back
to
prison
.
Once
was
enough
.
"
"
You
won
’
t
have
to
,
"
said
Wednesday
.
"
No
,
"
said
Shadow
.
"
I
won
’
t
.
"
He
finished
the
last
of
the
mead
.
He
wondered
,
suddenly
,
somewhere
in
the
back
of
his
head
,
whether
the
mead
was
responsible
for
loosening
his
tongue
.
But
the
words
were
coming
out
of
him
like
the
water
spraying
from
a
broken
fire
hydrant
in
summer
,
and
he
could
not
have
stopped
them
if
he
had
tried
.
"
I
don
’
t
like
you
,
Mister
Wednesday
,
or
whatever
your
real
name
may
be
.
We
are
not
friends
.
I
don
’
t
know
how
you
got
off
that
plane
without
me
seeing
you
,
or
how
you
trailed
me
here
.
But
I
’
m
at
a
loose
end
right
now
.
When
we
’
re
done
,
I
’
ll
be
gone
.
And
if
you
piss
me
off
,
I
’
ll
be
gone
too
.
Until
then
,
I
’
ll
work
for
you
.
"
"
Very
good
,
"
said
Wednesday
.
"
Then
we
have
a
compact
.
And
we
are
agreed
.
"
"
What
the
hell
,
"
said
Shadow
.
Across
the
room
,
Mad
Sweeney
was
feeding
quarters
into
the
jukebox
.
Wednesday
spat
in
his
hand
and
extended
it
.
Shadow
shrugged
.
He
spat
in
his
own
palm
.
They
clasped
hands
.
Wednesday
began
to
squeeze
.
Shadow
squeezed
back
.
After
a
few
seconds
his
hand
began
to
hurt
.
Wednesday
held
the
grip
a
little
longer
,
and
then
he
let
go
.
"
Good
,
"
he
said
.
"
Good
.
Very
good
.
So
,
one
last
glass
of
evil
,
vile
f
*
*
king
mead
to
seal
our
deal
,
and
then
we
are
done
.
"
"
It
’
ll
be
a
Southern
Comfort
and
Coke
for
me
,
"
said
Sweeney
,
lurching
back
from
the
jukebox
.
The
jukebox
began
to
play
the
Velvet
Underground
’
s
"
Who
Loves
the
Sun
?
"
Shadow
thought
it
a
strange
song
to
find
on
a
jukebox
.
