Американские боги
Chapter 6
Andweareoldenough,orstupidenough,thatmaybesomeofuswillsayyes."
"It’snotmyjobtoaskquestions,Mama-ji,"saidShadow.Theinsideofthecarfilledwithhertinklinglaughter.
Themaninthebackseat—notthepeculiar-lookingyoungman,theotherone—saidsomething,andShadowrepliedtohim,butamomentlaterhewasdamnedifhecouldrememberwhathadbeensaid.
Thepeculiar-lookingyoungmanhadsaidnothing,butnowhestartedtohumtohimself,adeep,melodic,basshummingthatmadetheinteriorofthecarvibrateandrattleandbuzz.
Thepeculiar-lookingmanwasofaverageheight,butofanoddshape:Shadowhadheardofmenwhowerebarrel-chestedbefore,buthadnoimagetoaccompanythemetaphor.Thismanwasbarrel-chested,andhehadlegslike,yes,liketree-trunks,andhandslike,exactly,ham-hocks.Heworeablackparkawithahood,severalsweaters,thickdungarees,and,incongruously,inthewinterandwiththoseclothes,apairofwhitetennisshoes,whichwerethesamesizeandshapeasshoeboxes.Hisfingersresembledsausages,withflat,squared-offfingertips.
"That’ssomehumyougot,"saidShadowfromthedriver’sseat.
"Sorry,"saidthepeculiaryoungman,inadeep,deepvoice,embarrassed.Hestoppedhumming.
"No,Ienjoyedit,"saidShadow."Don’tstop.
