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"
Good
.
"
Wednesday
grinned
.
"
Too
much
talking
these
days
.
Talk
talk
talk
.
This
country
would
get
along
much
better
if
people
learned
how
to
suffer
in
silence
.
"
Wednesday
led
the
way
back
to
his
room
,
which
was
across
the
hall
from
Shadow
’
s
.
There
were
maps
all
over
the
room
,
unfolded
,
spread
out
on
the
bed
,
taped
to
the
walls
.
Wednesday
had
drawn
all
over
the
maps
in
bright
marking
pens
,
fluorescent
greens
and
painful
pinks
and
vivid
oranges
.
"
I
got
hijacked
by
a
fat
kid
,
"
said
Shadow
.
"
He
says
to
tell
you
that
you
have
been
consigned
to
the
dungheap
of
history
while
people
like
him
ride
in
their
limos
down
the
superhighways
of
life
.
Something
like
that
.
"
"
Little
snot
,
"
said
Wednesday
.
"
You
know
him
?
"
Wednesday
shrugged
.
"
I
know
who
he
is
.
"
He
sat
down
,
heavily
,
on
the
room
’
s
only
chair
.
"
They
don
’
t
have
a
clue
,
"
he
said
.
"
They
don
’
t
have
a
f
*
*
king
clue
.
How
much
longer
do
you
need
to
stay
in
town
?
"
"
I
don
’
t
know
.
Maybe
another
week
.
I
guess
I
need
to
wrap
up
Laura
’
s
affairs
.
Take
care
of
the
apartment
,
get
rid
of
her
clothes
,
all
that
.
It
’
ll
drive
her
mother
nuts
,
but
the
woman
deserves
it
.
"
Wednesday
nodded
his
huge
head
.
"
Well
,
the
sooner
you
’
re
done
,
the
sooner
we
can
move
out
of
Eagle
Point
.
Goodnight
.
"
Shadow
walked
across
the
hall
.
His
room
was
a
duplicate
of
Wednesday
’
s
room
,
down
to
the
print
of
a
bloody
sunset
on
the
wall
above
the
bed
.
He
ordered
a
cheese
and
meatball
pizza
,
then
he
ran
a
bath
,
pouring
all
the
motel
’
s
little
plastic
bottles
of
shampoo
into
the
water
,
making
it
foam
.
