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"
Yes
,
"
said
Shadow
.
The
two
old
men
were
silent
.
Then
Nancy
said
,
"
Why
?
"
"
Because
it
’
s
the
kind
of
thing
a
living
person
would
do
,
"
said
Shadow
.
"
You
are
crazy
,
"
said
Czernobog
.
"
Maybe
.
But
I
’
m
going
to
hold
Wednesday
’
s
vigil
.
"
When
they
stopped
for
gas
Czernobog
announced
he
felt
sick
,
and
wanted
to
ride
in
the
front
.
Shadow
didn
’
t
mind
moving
to
the
back
of
the
bus
.
He
could
stretch
out
more
,
and
sleep
.
They
drove
on
in
silence
.
Shadow
felt
that
he
’
d
done
something
very
big
and
very
strange
,
and
he
wasn
’
t
certain
exactly
what
it
was
.
"
Hey
.
Czernobog
,
"
said
Mr
.
Nancy
,
after
a
while
.
"
You
check
out
the
technical
boy
back
at
the
motel
?
He
was
not
happy
.
He
’
s
been
screwin
’
with
something
that
screwed
him
right
back
.
That
’
s
the
biggest
trouble
with
the
new
kids
—
they
figure
they
know
everythin
’
,
and
you
can
’
t
teach
them
nothin
’
but
the
hard
way
.
"
"
Good
,
"
said
Czernobog
.
Shadow
was
stretched
out
full
length
on
the
seat
in
the
back
.
He
felt
like
two
people
,
or
more
than
two
.
There
was
part
of
him
that
felt
gently
exhilarated
:
he
had
done
something
.
He
had
moved
.
It
wouldn
’
t
have
mattered
if
he
hadn
’
t
wanted
to
live
,
but
he
did
want
to
live
,
and
that
made
all
the
difference
.
He
hoped
he
would
live
through
this
,
but
he
was
willing
to
die
,
if
that
was
what
it
took
to
be
alive
.
And
,
for
a
moment
he
thought
that
the
whole
thing
was
funny
,
just
the
funniest
thing
in
the
world
;
and
he
wondered
if
Laura
would
appreciate
the
joke
.
