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—
I
ain
’
t
got
a
picture
,
she
’
d
say
,
and
her
voice
would
get
quiet
and
fierce
,
and
he
knew
that
if
he
kept
asking
her
questions
she
would
shout
,
or
even
hit
him
,
and
he
knew
that
he
could
not
stop
asking
questions
,
so
he
turned
away
and
walked
on
down
the
tunnel
.
The
path
he
followed
twisted
and
wound
and
curled
back
on
itself
,
and
it
put
him
in
mind
of
snakeskins
and
intestines
and
of
deep
,
deep
tree
roots
.
There
was
a
pool
to
his
left
;
he
heard
the
drip
,
drip
of
water
into
it
somewhere
at
the
back
of
the
tunnel
,
the
falling
water
barely
ruffling
the
mirrored
surface
of
the
pool
.
He
dropped
to
his
knees
and
drank
,
using
his
hand
to
bring
the
water
to
his
lips
.
Then
he
walked
on
until
he
was
standing
in
the
floating
disco
-
glitter
patterns
of
a
mirror
-
ball
.
It
was
like
being
in
the
exact
center
of
the
universe
with
all
the
stars
and
planets
circling
him
,
and
he
could
not
hear
anything
,
not
the
music
,
nor
the
shouted
conversations
over
the
music
,
and
now
Shadow
was
staring
at
a
woman
who
looked
just
like
his
mother
never
looked
in
all
the
years
he
knew
her
,
she
’
s
little
more
than
a
child
,
after
all
…
And
she
is
dancing
.
Shadow
found
that
he
was
completely
unsurprised
when
he
recognized
the
man
who
dances
with
her
.
He
had
not
changed
that
much
in
thirty
-
three
years
.
She
is
drunk
:
Shadow
could
see
that
at
a
glance
.
She
is
not
very
drunk
,
but
she
is
unused
to
drink
,
and
in
a
week
or
so
she
will
take
a
ship
to
Norway
.
They
have
been
drinking
margaritas
,
and
she
has
salt
on
her
lips
and
salt
clinging
to
the
back
of
her
hand
.
Wednesday
is
not
wearing
a
suit
and
tie
,
but
the
pin
in
the
shape
of
a
silver
tree
he
wears
over
the
pocket
of
his
shirt
glitters
and
glints
when
the
mirror
-
ball
light
catches
it
.
He
does
not
dance
badly
;
they
make
a
fine
-
looking
couple
,
considering
the
difference
in
their
ages
.
There
is
a
lupine
grace
to
his
movements
.
A
slow
dance
.
He
pulls
her
close
to
him
,
and
his
paw
-
like
hand
curves
around
the
seat
of
her
skirt
possessively
,
moving
her
closer
to
him
.
His
other
hand
takes
her
chin
,
pushes
it
upward
into
his
face
,
and
the
two
of
them
kiss
,
there
on
the
floor
,
as
the
glitter
-
ball
lights
circle
them
into
the
center
of
the
universe
.
Soon
after
,
they
leave
.
She
sways
against
him
,
and
he
leads
her
from
the
dance
hall
.
Shadow
buries
his
head
in
his
hands
,
and
does
not
follow
them
,
unable
or
unwilling
to
witness
his
own
conception
.
The
mirror
lights
were
gone
,
and
now
the
only
illumination
came
from
the
tiny
moon
that
burned
high
above
his
head
.
