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The
car
stopped
,
and
the
door
was
opened
.
Shadow
climbed
out
awkwardly
.
His
bonds
were
cut
.
Shadow
turned
around
.
The
inside
of
the
car
had
become
one
writhing
cloud
of
smoke
in
which
two
lights
glinted
,
now
copper
-
colored
,
like
the
beautiful
eyes
of
a
toad
.
"
It
’
s
all
about
the
dominant
f
*
*
king
paradigm
,
Shadow
.
Nothing
else
is
important
.
And
hey
,
sorry
to
hear
about
your
old
lady
.
"
The
door
closed
,
and
the
stretch
limo
drove
off
,
quietly
.
Shadow
was
a
couple
of
hundred
yards
away
from
his
motel
,
and
he
walked
there
,
breathing
the
cold
air
,
past
red
and
yellow
and
blue
lights
advertising
every
kind
of
fast
food
a
man
could
imagine
,
as
long
as
it
was
a
hamburger
;
and
he
reached
the
Motel
America
without
incident
.
Every
hour
wounds
.
The
last
one
kills
.
-
old
saying
There
was
a
thin
young
woman
behind
the
counter
at
the
Motel
America
.
She
told
Shadow
he
had
already
been
checked
in
by
his
friend
,
and
gave
him
his
rectangular
plastic
room
key
.
She
had
pale
blonde
hair
and
a
rodentlike
quality
to
her
face
that
was
most
apparent
when
she
looked
suspicious
,
and
eased
when
she
smiled
.
She
refused
to
tell
him
Wednesday
’
s
room
number
,
and
insisted
on
telephoning
Wednesday
on
the
house
phone
to
let
him
know
his
guest
was
here
.
Wednesday
came
out
of
a
room
down
the
hall
,
and
beckoned
to
Shadow
.
"
How
was
the
funeral
?
"
he
asked
.
"
It
’
s
over
,
"
said
Shadow
.
"
You
want
to
talk
about
it
?
"
"
No
,
"
said
Shadow
.
