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"
I
told
you
how
I
did
it
when
first
we
spoke
,
"
grunted
Sweeney
.
"
But
there
’
s
none
so
blind
-
ow
!
Good
one
!
-
as
those
who
will
not
listen
.
"
Shadow
jabbed
at
Sweeney
,
forcing
him
back
into
a
table
;
empty
glasses
and
ashtrays
crashed
to
the
floor
.
Shadow
could
have
finished
him
off
then
.
Shadow
glanced
at
Wednesday
,
who
nodded
.
Shadow
looked
down
at
Mad
Sweeney
.
"
Are
we
done
?
"
he
asked
.
Mad
Sweeney
hesitated
,
then
nodded
.
Shadow
let
go
of
him
,
and
took
several
steps
backward
.
Sweeney
,
panting
,
pushed
himself
back
up
to
a
standing
position
.
"
Not
on
yer
ass
!
"
he
shouted
.
"
It
ain
’
t
over
till
I
say
it
is
!
"
Then
he
grinned
,
and
threw
himself
forward
,
swinging
at
Shadow
.
He
stepped
onto
a
fallen
ice
cube
,
and
his
grin
turned
to
openmouthed
dismay
as
his
feet
went
out
from
under
him
,
and
he
fell
backward
.
The
back
of
his
head
hit
the
barroom
floor
with
a
definite
thud
.
Shadow
put
his
knee
into
Mad
Sweeney
’
s
chest
.
"
For
the
second
time
,
are
we
done
fighting
?
"
he
asked
.
"
We
may
as
well
be
,
at
that
,
"
said
Sweeney
,
raising
his
head
from
the
floor
,
"
for
the
joy
’
s
gone
out
of
me
now
,
like
the
pee
from
a
small
boy
in
a
swimming
pool
on
a
hot
day
.
"
And
he
spat
the
blood
from
his
mouth
and
closed
his
eyes
and
began
to
snore
,
in
deep
and
magnificent
snores
.
Somebody
clapped
Shadow
on
the
back
.
Wednesday
put
a
bottle
of
beer
into
his
hand
.
It
tasted
better
than
mead
.
Shadow
woke
up
stretched
out
in
the
back
of
a
sedan
.
The
morning
sun
was
dazzling
,
and
his
head
hurt
.
He
sat
up
awkwardly
,
rubbing
his
eyes
.
Wednesday
was
driving
.
He
was
humming
tunelessly
as
he
drove
.
He
had
a
paper
cup
of
coffee
in
the
cup
holder
.
They
were
heading
along
an
interstate
highway
.
The
passenger
seat
was
empty
.
"
How
are
you
feeling
,
this
fine
morning
?
"
asked
Wednesday
,
without
turning
around
.
