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"
Babes
,
"
he
told
her
.
"
You
’
re
dead
.
"
"
That
’
s
one
of
those
aspects
,
obviously
.
"
She
paused
.
"
Okay
,
"
she
said
.
"
I
’
m
going
now
.
It
will
be
better
if
I
go
.
"
And
,
naturally
and
easily
,
she
turned
and
put
her
hands
on
Shadow
’
s
shoulders
,
and
went
up
on
tiptoes
to
kiss
him
goodbye
,
as
she
had
always
kissed
him
goodbye
.
Awkwardly
he
bent
to
kiss
her
on
the
cheek
,
but
she
moved
her
mouth
as
he
did
so
and
pushed
her
lips
against
his
.
Her
breath
smelled
,
faintly
,
of
mothballs
.
Laura
’
s
tongue
flickered
into
Shadow
’
s
mouth
.
It
was
cold
,
and
dry
,
and
it
tasted
of
cigarettes
and
of
bile
.
If
Shadow
had
had
any
doubts
as
to
whether
his
wife
was
dead
or
not
,
they
ended
then
.
He
pulled
back
.
"
I
love
you
,
"
she
said
,
simply
.
"
I
’
ll
be
looking
out
for
you
.
"
She
walked
over
to
the
motel
room
door
.
There
was
a
strange
taste
in
his
mouth
.
"
Get
some
sleep
,
puppy
,
"
she
told
him
.
"
And
stay
out
of
trouble
.
"
She
opened
the
door
to
the
hall
.
The
fluorescent
light
in
the
hallway
was
not
kind
:
beneath
it
,
Laura
looked
dead
,
but
then
,
it
did
that
to
everyone
.
"
You
could
have
asked
me
to
stay
the
night
,
"
she
said
,
in
her
cold
-
stone
voice
.
"
I
don
’
t
think
I
could
,
"
said
Shadow
.
