Американские боги
Chapter 6
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"Heck,nobody’sallowedtoridetheCarousel.Didn’tyouseethesigns?Nowhush."
Themonster’smouthledtotheOrganRoom,whichpuzzledShadow—hadn’ttheyalreadycomethroughthatway?Itwasnolessstrangethesecondtime.Wednesdayledthemallupsomestairs,pastlife-sizedmodelsofthefourhorsemenoftheapocalypsehangingfromtheceiling,andtheyfollowedthesignstoanearlyexit.
ShadowandNancybroughtuptherear.AndthentheywereoutoftheHouseontheRock,walkingpastthegiftstoreandheadingbackintotheparkinglot.
"Pitywehadtoleavebeforetheend,"saidMr.Nancy."Iwaskindofhopingtoseethebiggestartificialorchestrainthewholeworld."
"I’veseenit,"saidCzernobog."It’snotsomuch."
Therestaurantwasabigandbarn-likestructure,tenminutesuptheroad.Wednesdayhadtoldeachofhisgueststhattonight’sdinnerwasonhim,andhadorganizedridestotherestaurantforanyofthemthatdidn’thavetheirowntransportation.
ShadowwonderedhowtheyhadgottentotheHouseontheRockwithouttheirowntransportation,andhowtheyweregoingtogetawayagain,buthesaidnothing.Itseemedthesmartestthingtosay.
ShadowhadacarfulofWednesday’sgueststoferrytotherestaurant:thewomanintheredsarisatinthefrontseatbesidehim.