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When
she
got
home
that
night
Sam
put
the
roses
in
an
improvised
vase
.
Later
,
she
cast
them
in
bronze
,
and
she
kept
to
herself
the
tale
of
how
she
got
them
,
although
she
told
Caroline
,
who
came
after
Natalie
,
the
story
of
the
ghost
-
roses
one
night
when
they
were
both
very
drunk
,
and
Caroline
agreed
with
Sam
that
it
was
a
really
,
really
strange
and
a
spooky
story
,
and
,
deep
down
,
did
not
actually
believe
a
word
of
it
,
so
that
was
all
right
.
Shadow
had
parked
near
the
capitol
building
,
and
walked
slowly
around
the
square
,
stretching
his
legs
after
the
long
drive
.
His
clothes
were
uncomfortable
,
although
they
had
dried
on
his
body
,
and
the
new
boots
were
still
tight
.
He
passed
a
payphone
.
He
called
information
,
and
they
gave
him
the
number
.
No
,
he
was
told
.
She
isn
’
t
here
.
She
’
s
not
back
yet
.
She
’
s
probably
still
at
the
Coffee
House
.
He
stopped
on
the
way
to
the
Coffee
House
to
buy
flowers
.
He
found
the
Coffee
House
,
then
he
crossed
the
road
and
stood
in
the
doorway
of
a
used
bookstore
,
and
waited
,
and
watched
.
The
place
closed
at
eight
,
and
at
ten
past
eight
Shadow
saw
Sam
Black
Crow
walk
out
of
the
Coffee
House
in
the
company
of
a
smaller
woman
whose
pigtailed
hair
was
a
peculiar
shade
of
red
.
They
were
holding
hands
tightly
,
as
if
simply
holding
hands
could
keep
the
world
at
bay
,
and
they
were
talking
—
or
rather
,
Sam
was
doing
most
of
the
talking
while
her
friend
listened
.
Shadow
wondered
what
Sam
was
saying
.
She
smiled
as
she
talked
.
The
two
women
crossed
the
road
,
and
they
walked
past
the
place
where
Shadow
was
standing
.
The
pigtailed
girl
passed
within
a
foot
of
him
;
he
could
have
reached
out
and
touched
her
,
and
they
didn
’
t
see
him
at
all
.
He
watched
them
walking
away
from
him
down
the
street
,
and
felt
a
pang
,
like
a
minor
chord
being
played
inside
him
.
It
had
been
a
good
kiss
,
Shadow
reflected
,
but
Sam
had
never
looked
at
him
the
way
she
was
looking
at
the
pigtailed
girl
,
and
she
never
would
.
"
What
the
hell
.
We
’
ll
always
have
Peru
,
"
he
said
,
under
his
breath
,
as
Sam
walked
away
from
him
.
"
And
El
Paso
.
We
’
ll
always
have
that
.
"
