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"
It
’
s
coffee
,
"
he
said
,
"
which
is
a
stimulant
.
And
I
splashed
a
little
schnapps
into
it
.
Just
a
little
.
That
’
s
what
we
always
did
in
the
old
days
.
A
doctor
wouldn
’
t
recommend
it
.
"
Shadow
took
the
coffee
with
both
hands
.
On
the
side
of
the
mug
was
a
picture
of
a
mosquito
and
the
message
,
GIVE
BLOOD
—
VISIT
WISCONSIN
!
!
"
Thanks
,
"
he
said
.
"
It
’
s
what
friends
are
for
,
"
said
Hinzelmann
.
"
One
day
,
you
can
save
my
life
.
For
now
,
forget
about
it
.
"
Shadow
sipped
the
coffee
.
"
I
thought
I
was
dead
.
"
"
You
were
lucky
.
I
was
up
on
the
bridge
—
I
’
d
pretty
much
figured
that
today
was
going
to
be
the
big
day
,
you
get
a
feel
for
it
,
when
you
get
to
my
age
—
so
I
was
up
there
with
my
old
pocket
watch
,
and
I
saw
you
heading
out
onto
the
lake
.
I
shouted
,
but
I
sure
as
heck
don
’
t
think
you
coulda
heard
me
.
I
saw
the
car
go
down
,
and
I
saw
you
go
down
with
it
,
and
I
thought
I
’
d
lost
you
,
so
I
went
out
onto
the
ice
.
Gave
me
the
heebie
-
jeebies
.
You
must
have
been
under
the
water
for
the
best
part
of
two
minutes
.
Then
I
saw
your
hand
come
up
through
the
place
where
the
car
went
down
—
it
was
like
seeing
a
ghost
,
seeing
you
there
…
"
He
trailed
off
.
"
We
were
both
damn
lucky
that
the
ice
took
our
weight
as
I
dragged
you
back
to
the
shore
.
"
Shadow
nodded
.
"
You
did
a
good
thing
,
"
he
told
Hinzelmann
,
and
the
old
man
beamed
all
over
his
goblin
face
.
Somewhere
in
the
house
,
Shadow
heard
a
door
close
.
He
sipped
at
his
coffee
.
