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"
Let
me
out
yesterday
.
I
’
m
a
free
man
,
"
said
Shadow
.
"
What
the
hell
was
that
all
about
?
"
She
stopped
in
the
dark
corridor
.
"
The
violets
?
They
were
always
her
favorite
flower
.
When
we
were
girls
we
used
to
pick
them
together
.
"
"
Not
the
violets
.
"
"
Oh
,
that
,
"
she
said
.
She
wiped
a
speck
of
something
invisible
from
the
corner
of
her
mouth
.
"
Well
,
I
would
have
thought
that
was
obvious
.
"
"
Not
to
me
,
Audrey
.
"
"
They
didn
’
t
tell
you
?
"
Her
voice
was
calm
,
emotionless
.
"
Your
wife
died
with
my
husband
’
s
c
*
ck
in
her
mouth
,
Shadow
.
"
He
went
back
in
to
the
funeral
home
.
Someone
had
already
wiped
away
the
spit
.
After
lunch
-
Shadow
ate
at
the
Burger
King
-
was
the
burial
.
Laura
’
s
cream
-
colored
coffin
was
interred
in
the
small
nondenominational
cemetery
on
the
edge
of
town
:
un
-
fenced
,
a
hilly
woodland
meadow
filled
with
black
granite
and
white
marble
headstones
.
He
rode
to
the
cemetery
in
the
Wendell
’
s
hearse
,
with
Laura
’
s
mother
.
Mrs
.
McCabe
seemed
to
feel
that
Laura
’
s
death
was
Shadow
’
s
fault
.
"
If
you
’
d
been
here
,
"
she
said
,
"
this
would
never
have
happened
.
I
don
’
t
know
why
she
married
you
.
I
told
her
.
Time
and
again
,
I
told
her
.
But
they
don
’
t
listen
to
their
mothers
,
do
they
?
"
She
stopped
,
looked
more
closely
at
Shadow
’
s
face
.
"
Have
you
been
fighting
?
"
