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"
You
pay
them
?
"
"
Nothing
so
crude
.
No
,
the
secret
is
charm
.
Pure
and
simple
.
"
"
Charm
,
huh
?
Well
,
like
they
say
,
you
either
got
it
or
you
ain
’
t
.
"
"
Charms
can
be
learned
,
"
said
Wednesday
.
Shadow
tuned
the
radio
to
an
oldies
station
,
and
listened
to
songs
that
were
current
before
he
was
born
.
Bob
Dylan
sang
about
a
hard
rain
that
was
going
to
fall
,
and
Shadow
wondered
if
that
rain
had
fallen
yet
,
or
if
it
was
something
that
was
still
going
to
happen
.
The
road
ahead
of
them
was
empty
and
the
ice
crystals
on
the
asphalt
glittered
like
diamonds
in
the
morning
sun
.
Chicago
happened
slowly
,
like
a
migraine
.
First
they
were
driving
through
countryside
,
then
,
imperceptibly
,
the
occasional
town
became
a
low
suburban
sprawl
,
and
the
sprawl
became
the
city
.
They
parked
outside
a
squat
black
brownstone
.
The
sidewalk
was
clear
of
snow
.
They
walked
to
the
lobby
.
Wednesday
pressed
the
top
button
on
the
gouged
metal
intercom
box
.
Nothing
happened
.
He
pressed
it
again
.
Then
,
experimentally
,
he
began
to
press
the
other
buttons
,
for
other
tenants
,
with
no
response
.
"
It
’
s
dead
,
"
said
a
gaunt
old
woman
,
coming
down
the
steps
.
"
Doesn
’
t
work
.
We
call
the
super
,
ask
him
when
he
going
to
fix
,
when
he
going
to
mend
the
heating
,
he
does
not
care
,
goes
to
Arizona
for
the
winter
for
his
chest
.
"
Her
accent
was
thick
,
Eastern
European
,
Shadow
guessed
.
Wednesday
bowed
low
.
"
Zorya
,
my
dear
,
may
I
say
how
unutterably
beautiful
you
look
?
A
radiant
creature
.
You
have
not
aged
.
"
