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"
Let
’
s
hope
she
stays
here
,
"
said
Wednesday
.
"
It
was
a
dream
,
"
said
Shadow
.
"
Remember
.
"
"
That
’
s
good
,
"
said
Wednesday
.
"
Healthy
attitude
to
have
.
Did
you
f
*
*
k
her
last
night
?
"
Shadow
took
a
breath
.
Then
,
"
That
is
none
of
your
damn
business
.
And
no
.
"
"
Did
you
want
to
?
"
Shadow
said
nothing
at
all
.
He
drove
north
,
toward
Chicago
.
Wednesday
chuckled
,
and
began
to
pore
over
his
maps
,
unfolding
and
refolding
them
,
making
occasional
notes
on
a
yellow
legal
pad
with
a
large
silver
ballpoint
pen
.
Eventually
he
was
finished
.
He
put
his
pen
away
,
put
the
folder
on
the
backseat
.
"
The
best
thing
about
the
states
we
’
re
heading
for
,
"
said
Wednesday
,
"
Minnesota
,
Wisconsin
,
all
around
there
,
is
they
have
the
kind
of
women
I
liked
when
I
was
younger
.
Pale
-
skinned
and
blue
-
eyed
,
hair
so
fair
it
’
s
almost
white
,
wine
-
colored
lips
,
and
round
,
full
br
*
*
sts
with
the
veins
running
through
them
like
a
good
cheese
.
"
"
Only
when
you
were
younger
?
"
asked
Shadow
.
"
Looked
like
you
were
doing
pretty
good
last
night
.
"
"
Yes
.
"
Wednesday
smiled
.
"
Would
you
like
to
know
the
secret
of
my
success
?
"
