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"
Yes
,
"
she
said
.
"
Yes
.
I
am
.
"
She
patted
the
bed
next
to
her
.
"
Come
and
sit
by
me
,
"
she
said
.
"
No
,
"
said
Shadow
.
"
I
think
I
’
ll
stay
right
here
for
now
.
We
have
some
unresolved
issues
to
address
.
"
"
Like
me
being
dead
?
"
"
Possibly
,
but
I
was
thinking
more
of
how
you
died
.
You
and
Robbie
.
"
"
Oh
,
"
she
said
.
"
That
.
"
Shadow
could
smell
-
or
perhaps
,
he
thought
,
he
simply
imagined
that
he
smelled
-
an
odor
of
rot
,
of
flowers
and
preservatives
.
His
wife
-
his
ex
-
wife
.
.
.
no
,
he
corrected
himself
,
his
late
wife
-
sat
on
the
bed
and
stared
at
him
,
unblinking
.
"
Puppy
,
"
she
said
.
"
Could
you
-
do
you
think
you
could
possibly
get
me
-
a
cigarette
?
"
"
I
thought
you
gave
them
up
.
"
"
I
did
,
"
she
said
.
"
But
I
’
m
no
longer
concerned
about
the
health
risks
.
And
I
think
it
would
calm
my
nerves
.
There
’
s
a
machine
in
the
lobby
.
"
Shadow
pulled
on
his
jeans
and
a
T
-
shirt
and
went
,
barefoot
,
into
the
lobby
.
