Американские боги
Chapter 7
Gotit.Noproblem.Iamsowithyou.Ican’tevenpeeifthere’ssomeoneinthenextstall.Majorshybladdersyndrome."
"Now,please."
Shewalkedtothefarsideofthecar,andShadowtookafewstepsclosertothefield,unzippedhisjeans,andpissedagainstafencepostforaverylongtime.Hewalkedbacktothecar.Thelastofthegloaminghadbecomenight.
"Youstillthere?"heasked.
"Yes,"shesaid."YoumusthaveabladderlikeLakeErie.Ithinkempiresroseandfellinthetimeittookyoutopee.Icouldhearitthewholetime."
"Thankyou.Doyouwantsomething?"
"Well,Iwantedtoseeifyouwereokay.Imean,ifyouweredeadorsomethingIwouldhavecalledthecops.ButthewindowswerekindoffoggedupsoIthought,well,he’sprobablystillalive."
"Youlivearoundhere?"
"Nope.HitchhikingdownfromMadison."
"That’snotsafe."
"I’vedoneitfivetimesayearforthreeyearsnow.I’mstillalive.Whereareyouheaded?"
"I’mgoingasfarasCairo."
"Thankyou,"shesaid."I’mgoingtoElPaso.Stayingwithmyauntfortheholidays."
"Ican’ttakeyoualltheway,"saidShadow.
"NotElPaso,Texas.Theotherone,inIllinois.It’safewhourssouth.
