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The
hands
released
their
grip
on
his
head
.
He
felt
himself
sliding
forward
in
the
bathtub
.
He
put
out
his
hands
,
pressed
them
against
the
sides
of
the
tub
,
and
leaned
back
.
The
bathroom
was
small
.
The
tub
was
metal
,
and
the
enamel
was
stained
and
scratched
.
An
old
man
moved
into
his
field
of
vision
.
He
looked
concerned
.
"
Feeling
better
?
"
asked
Hinzelmann
.
"
You
just
lay
back
and
relax
.
I
’
ve
got
the
den
nice
and
warm
.
You
tell
me
when
you
’
re
ready
,
I
got
a
robe
you
can
wear
,
and
I
can
throw
your
jeans
into
the
dryer
with
the
rest
of
your
clothes
.
Sound
good
,
Mike
?
"
"
That
’
s
not
my
name
.
"
"
If
you
say
so
.
"
The
old
man
’
s
goblin
face
twisted
into
an
expression
of
discomfort
.
Shadow
had
no
real
sense
of
time
:
he
lay
in
the
bath
until
the
burning
stopped
and
his
toes
and
fingers
flexed
without
real
discomfort
.
Hinzelmann
helped
Shadow
to
his
feet
and
let
out
the
warm
water
.
Shadow
sat
on
the
side
of
the
bath
and
together
they
pulled
off
his
jeans
.
He
squeezed
,
without
much
difficulty
,
into
a
terrycloth
robe
too
small
for
him
,
and
,
leaning
on
the
old
man
,
he
went
through
to
the
den
,
and
flopped
down
on
an
ancient
sofa
.
He
was
tired
and
weak
:
deeply
fatigued
,
but
alive
.
A
log
fire
burned
in
the
fireplace
.
A
handful
of
surprised
-
looking
deer
heads
peered
down
dustily
from
around
the
walls
,
where
they
jostled
for
space
with
several
large
varnished
fish
.
Hinzelmann
went
away
with
Shadow
’
s
jeans
,
and
from
the
room
next
door
Shadow
could
hear
a
brief
pause
in
the
rattle
of
a
clothes
dryer
,
before
it
resumed
.
The
old
man
returned
with
a
steaming
mug
.
