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"
It
’
ll
come
back
.
It
was
a
long
night
.
"
Several
small
snowflakes
brushed
the
windshield
,
melting
in
seconds
.
"
Your
wife
’
s
body
is
on
display
at
Wendell
’
s
Funeral
Parlor
at
present
,
"
said
Wednesday
.
"
Then
after
lunch
they
will
take
her
from
there
to
the
graveyard
for
the
interment
.
"
"
How
do
you
know
?
"
"
I
called
ahead
while
you
were
in
the
john
.
You
know
where
Wendell
’
s
Funeral
Parlor
is
?
"
Shadow
nodded
.
The
snowflakes
whirled
and
dizzied
in
front
of
them
.
"
This
is
our
exit
,
"
said
Shadow
.
The
car
stole
off
the
interstate
and
past
the
cluster
of
motels
to
the
north
of
Eagle
Point
.
Three
years
had
passed
.
Yes
.
There
were
more
stoplights
,
unfamiliar
storefronts
.
Shadow
asked
Wednesday
to
slow
as
they
drove
past
the
Muscle
Farm
.
CLOSED
INDEFINITELY
,
said
the
hand
-
lettered
sign
on
the
door
,
DUE
TO
BEREAVEMENT
.
Left
on
Main
Street
.
Past
a
new
tattoo
parlor
and
the
Armed
Forces
Recruitment
Center
,
then
the
Burger
King
,
and
,
familiar
and
unchanged
,
Olsen
’
s
Drug
Store
,
finally
the
yellow
-
brick
facade
of
Wendell
’
s
Funeral
Parlor
.
A
neon
sign
in
the
front
window
said
HOUSE
OF
REST
.
Blank
tombstones
stood
unchristened
and
uncarved
in
the
window
beneath
the
sign
.
Wednesday
pulled
up
in
the
parking
lot
.
