Jenny var ikke død. Men hun var ikke akkurat levende heller.
"Kanskje ho skulle gå på kino? Pff... Og kven skulle ho prate om filmen med etterpå? Kva er vitsen med kjensler når ein har dei aleine?"
Even Nothing cannot last forever. He might have been there, been Nowehere, for ten minutes or for ten thousand years. It made no difference. Time was an idea for which he no longer had any need.
How was the funeral?" he asked.
"It's over," said Shadow.
"That shitty, huh? You want to talk about it?"
"No," said Shadow.
"Good." Wednesday grinned. "Too much talking these days. Talk talk talk. This country would get along much better if people learned to suffer in silence. You hungry?"
Ei hand er ein god ting. Ikkje for bindande for den som gir ho, og passeleg beroligande for den som får ho...