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"
I
would
hope
so
,
"
said
Wednesday
.
"
Then
you
had
better
give
me
some
money
to
buy
more
food
,
"
she
said
.
"
I
am
proud
,
but
I
am
not
stupid
.
The
others
are
prouder
than
I
am
,
and
he
is
the
proudest
of
all
.
So
give
me
money
and
do
not
tell
them
that
you
give
me
money
.
"
Wednesday
opened
his
wallet
,
and
reached
in
.
He
took
out
a
twenty
.
Zorya
Vechernyaya
plucked
it
from
his
fingers
,
and
waited
.
He
took
out
another
twenty
and
gave
it
to
her
.
"
Is
good
,
"
she
said
.
"
We
will
feed
you
like
princes
.
Now
,
go
up
the
stairs
to
the
top
.
Zorya
Utrennyaya
is
awake
,
but
our
other
sister
is
still
asleep
,
so
do
not
be
making
too
much
noise
.
"
Shadow
and
Wednesday
climbed
the
dark
stairs
.
The
landing
two
stories
up
was
half
filled
with
black
plastic
garbage
bags
and
it
smelled
of
rotting
vegetables
.
"
Are
they
gypsies
?
"
asked
Shadow
.
"
Zorya
and
her
family
?
Not
at
all
.
They
’
re
not
Rom
.
They
’
re
Russian
.
Slavs
,
I
believe
.
"
"
But
she
does
fortune
-
telling
.
"
"
Lots
of
people
do
fortune
-
telling
.
I
dabble
in
it
myself
.
"
Wednesday
was
panting
as
they
went
up
the
final
flight
of
stairs
.
"
I
’
m
out
of
shape
.
"
The
landing
at
the
top
of
the
stairs
ended
in
a
single
door
painted
red
,
with
a
peephole
in
it
.
