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At some point he found himself heading into East St. Louis. He attempted to avoid it and instead found himself driving through what appeared to be a red-light district in an industrial park.

The sky was impossibly blue, and white industrial smoke rising from factory chimneys was frozen in the sky, like a photograph.

hoping that the dirt wasn't all that was holding it together, he ran the car through the gas station car wash.

I'm the little shrine the family gathers to adore.""You're the television? Or someone in the television?""The TV's the altar. I'm what people are sacrificing to.""What do they sacrifice?" asked Shadow."Their time, mostly," said Lucy.

"Whatever. Lucille Ball talking to me from the TV is weirder by several orders of magnitude than anything that's happened to me so far," said Shadow.

"If you see any gods on the road to Cairo, you make sure and say hi to them from me."

White people have some fucked-up gods, Mister Shadow."

"I bet it's like space aliens," she said. "These days, people see space aliens. Back then they saw gods. Maybe the space aliens come from the right side of the brain."

five thousand years ago the lobes of the brain fused and before that people thought when the right lobe of the brain said anything it was the voice of some god telling them what to do. It's just brains."

Sam gave up halfway through her chocolate cream pie: the slice was half the size of her head. She pushed the plate across the table to Shadow. "You want?" He smiled, said, "Sure," and finished it off.

They got out of the car. He didn't bother to lock it, although he pocketed the keys.

"You haven't said anything yet," said Sam. "Say something.""Are you human?" asked Shadow.

"Where are you going, Shadow?""Cairo.""Why?""Where else have I got to go? It's where Wednesday wants me to go. I drank his mead."

"Look," said Shadow, "I don't want to seem like I'm-Jesus, look…" he paused. Regrouped. He was cold, standing in a wood, talking to a big black bird who was currently brunching on Bambi. "Okay. What I'm trying to say is I don't want mysteries."

Shadow wondered which of Odin's ravens this was: Huginn or Muninn, Memory or Thought.

He wanted to understand what was going on-and to find out how it was all going to end. And finally, producing a half-rueful grin, he realized that most of all he wanted everything to be normal. He wanted never to have gone to prison, for Laura still to be alive, for none of this ever to have happened.

Trees looked familiar, moments of landscape were perfectly déjà-vued. Could he be walking in circles? Maybe he would just walk and walk and walk until the warmers and the candy bars ran out and then sit down and never get up again.

A couple of jeeps came down the road toward him at one point, headlights blazing, and he ducked into the trees until they had passed. The early morning mist hung at waist level. The cars were black.

Oh, and one of the men had gone into the cell down there to jack off with a magazine. He got such a shock.""You killed him while he was jerking himself off?"She shrugged.