Американские боги
Chapter 7
Itwastwenty-fivepasttwelve."Doesn’tmatter,"hesaid."So,Lucy-on-the-TV.Whatdoweneedtotalkabout?Toomanypeoplehaveneededtotalkrecently.Normallyitendswithsomeonehittingme."
Thecameramovedinforaclose-up:Lucylookedconcerned,herlipspursed."Ihatethat.Ihatethatpeoplewerehurtingyou,Shadow.I’dneverdothat,honey.No,Iwanttoofferyouajob."
"Doingwhat?"
"Workingforme.I’mreallysorry.IheardaboutthetroubleyouhadwiththeSpookshow,andIwasimpressedwithhowyoudealtwithit.Efficient,no-nonsense,effective.Who’d’vethoughtyouhaditinyou?Theyarereallypissed."
"Really?"
"Theyunderestimatedyou,sweetheart.NotamistakeI’mgoingtomake.Iwantyouinmycamp."Shestoodup,walkedtowardthecamera."Lookatitlikethis,Shadow:wearethecomingthing.We’reshoppingmalls—yourfriendsarecrappyroadsideattractions.Hell,we’reonlinemalls,whileyourfriendsaresittingbythesideofthehighwaysellinghomegrownproducefromagardencart.No—theyaren’tevenfruitsellers.Buggy-whipvendors.Whalebone-corsetrepairers.Wearenowandtomorrow.Yourfriendsaren’tevenyesterdayanymore."
Itwasastrangelyfamiliarspeech.Shadowasked,"Didyouevermeetafatkidinalimo?"
Shespreadherhandsandrolledhereyescomically,funnyLucyRicardowashingherhandsofadisaster.
