Американские боги
Chapter 5
ShadowwatchedasWednesdayapologizedtotheman,thenmadehimsigntheclipboard,checkedhisdepositslip,painstakinglywrotehimoutareceiptandpuzzledoverwhichcopytokeep,and,finally,openedhisbigblackmetalcaseandputtheman’ssackinside.
Themanshiveredinthesnow,stampinghisfeet,waitingfortheoldsecurityguardtobedonewiththisadministrativenonsense,sohecouldleavehistakingsandgetoutofthecoldandbeonhisway,thenhetookhisreceiptandgotbackintohiswarmcaranddroveoff.
Wednesdaywalkedacrossthestreetcarryingthemetalcase,andboughthimselfacoffeeatthesupermarket.
"Afternoon,youngman,"hesaid,withanavuncularchuckle,ashepassedShadow."Coldenoughforyou?"
Hewalkedbackacrossthestreet,andtookgraysacksandenvelopesfrompeoplecomingtodeposittheirearningsortheirtakingsonthisSaturdayafternoon,afineoldsecuritymaninhisfunnypinkearmuffs.
Shadowboughtsomethingstoread—TurkeyHunting,People,andbecausethecoverpictureofBigfootwassoendearing,theWeeklyWorldNews—andstaredoutofthewindow.
"AnythingIcandotohelp?"askedamiddle-agedblackmanwithawhitemoustache.Heseemedtobethemanager.
"Thanks,man,butno.I’mwaitingforaphonecall.Mygirlfriend’scarbrokedown."
"Probablythebattery,"saidtheman.
