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"
Good
night
,
"
said
Shadow
.
"
Exactly
,
"
said
Wednesday
,
and
he
closed
the
door
as
he
went
out
.
Shadow
sat
down
on
the
bed
.
The
smell
of
cigarettes
and
preservatives
lingered
in
the
air
.
He
wished
that
he
were
mourning
Laura
:
it
seemed
more
appropriate
than
being
troubled
by
her
or
,
he
admitted
it
to
himself
now
that
she
had
gone
,
just
a
little
scared
by
her
.
It
was
time
to
mourn
.
He
turned
the
lights
out
,
and
lay
on
the
bed
,
and
thought
of
Laura
as
she
was
before
he
went
to
prison
.
He
remembered
their
marriage
when
they
were
young
and
happy
and
stupid
and
unable
to
keep
their
hands
off
each
other
.
It
had
been
a
very
long
time
since
Shadow
had
cried
,
so
long
he
thought
he
had
forgotten
how
.
He
had
not
even
wept
when
his
mother
died
.
But
he
began
to
cry
now
,
in
painful
,
lurching
sobs
,
and
for
the
first
time
since
he
was
a
small
boy
,
Shadow
cried
himself
to
sleep
.
Coming
To
America
A
.
D
.
813
They
navigated
the
green
sea
by
the
stars
and
by
the
shore
,
and
when
the
shore
was
only
a
memory
and
the
night
sky
was
overcast
and
dark
they
navigated
by
faith
,
and
they
called
on
the
All
-
Father
to
bring
them
safely
to
land
once
more
.
A
bad
journey
they
had
of
it
,
their
fingers
numb
and
with
a
shiver
in
their
bones
that
not
even
wine
could
burn
off
.
They
would
wake
in
the
morning
to
see
that
the
hoarfrost
had
touched
their
beards
,
and
,
until
the
sun
warmed
them
,
they
looked
like
old
men
,
white
-
bearded
before
their
time
.
Teeth
were
loosening
and
eyes
were
deep
-
sunken
in
their
sockets
when
they
made
landfall
on
the
green
land
to
the
west
.
