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Her
eyes
sought
his
.
"
I
don
’
t
know
much
more
than
I
did
when
I
was
alive
.
Most
of
the
stuff
I
know
now
that
I
didn
’
t
know
then
I
can
’
t
put
into
words
.
"
"
Normally
people
who
die
stay
in
their
graves
,
"
said
Shadow
.
"
Do
they
?
Do
they
really
,
puppy
?
I
used
to
think
they
did
too
.
Now
I
’
m
not
so
sure
.
Perhaps
.
"
She
climbed
off
the
bed
and
walked
over
to
the
window
.
Her
face
,
in
the
light
of
the
motel
sign
,
was
as
beautiful
as
it
had
ever
been
.
The
face
of
the
woman
he
had
gone
to
prison
for
.
His
heart
hurt
in
his
chest
as
if
someone
had
taken
it
in
a
fist
and
squeezed
.
"
Laura
.
.
.
?
"
She
did
not
look
at
him
.
"
You
’
ve
gotten
yourself
mixed
up
in
some
bad
things
,
Shadow
.
You
’
re
going
to
screw
it
up
,
if
someone
isn
’
t
there
to
watch
out
for
you
.
I
’
m
watching
out
for
you
.
And
thank
you
for
my
present
.
"
"
What
present
?
"
She
reached
into
the
pocket
of
her
blouse
,
and
pulled
out
the
gold
coin
he
had
thrown
into
the
grave
earlier
that
day
.
There
was
still
black
dirt
on
it
.
"
I
may
have
it
put
on
a
chain
.
It
was
very
sweet
of
you
.
"
"
You
’
re
welcome
.
"
She
turned
then
and
looked
at
him
with
eyes
that
seemed
both
to
see
and
not
to
see
him
.
"
I
think
there
are
several
aspects
of
our
marriage
we
’
re
going
to
have
to
work
on
.
"
