She turned then and looked best breitling watches at him with eyes that seemed both to see and not to see him. "I think there are several aspects of our marriage we're going to have to work on."
     "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 discount uggs for women 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 ugg boots on sale 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 discount uggs for women Shadow.
     "You will, hon," she said. "Before all this is over. You will." She turned away from him, and walked down the corridor.
     Shadow looked out of the doorway. The night clerk kept on reading his John Grisham novel, and barely looked up as she walked past him. There was thick graveyard mud clinging to her shoes. And then she was gone.
     Shadow breathed out, a slow sigh. His heart was pounding arrhythmically in his chest. He walked across the discount uggs for women hall and knocked on Wednesday's door. As he knocked he got the weirdest notion, that he was being buffeted by black wings, as if an enormous crow was flying through him, out into the hall and the world beyond.
     Wednesday opened the door. He had a white motel towel wrapped around his waist, but was otherwise naked. "What the hell do you want?" he asked.