Американские боги
Chapter 5
Think‘snow’forme,willyou?"
"Huh?"
"Concentrateonmakingthoseclouds—theonesoverthere,inthewest—makingthembiggeranddarker.Thinkgrayskiesanddrivingwindscomingdownfromthearctic.Thinksnow."
"Idon’tthinkitwilldoanygood."
"Nonsense.Ifnothingelse,itwillkeepyourmindoccupied,"saidWednesday,unlockingthecar."Kinko’snext.Hurryup."
Snow,thoughtShadow,inthepassengerseat,sippinghishotchocolate.Huge,dizzying,clumpsandclustersofsnowfallingthroughtheair,patchesofwhiteagainstaniron-graysky,snowthattouchesyourtonguewithcoldandwinter,thatkissesyourfacewithitshesitanttouchbeforefreezingyoutodeath.Twelvecotton-candyinchesofsnow,creatingafairy-taleworld,makingeverythingunrecognizablybeautiful…
Wednesdaywastalkingtohim.
"I’msorry?"saidShadow.
"Isaidwe’rehere,"saidWednesday."Youweresomewhereelse."
"Iwasthinkingaboutsnow,"saidShadow.
InKinko’s,Wednesdaysetaboutphotocopyingthedepositslipsfromthebank.Hehadtheclerkinstant-printhimtwosetsoftenbusinesscards.Shadow’sheadhadbeguntoache,andtherewasanuncomfortablefeelingbetweenhisshoulderblades;hewonderedifhehadsleptonitwrong,ifitwasanawkwardlegacyofthenightbefore’ssofa.
