Американские боги
Chapter 7
"Thetechnicalboy?Youmetthetechnicalboy?Look,he’sagoodkid.He’soneofus.He’sjustnotgoodwithpeoplehedoesn’tknow.Whenyou’reworkingforus,you’llseehowamazingheis."
"AndifIdon’twanttoworkforyou,I-Love-Lucy?"
TherewasaknockonthedoorofLucy’sapartment,andRicky’svoicecouldbeheardoff-stage,askingLoo-cywhatwaskeepin’hersolong,theywasduedownattheclubinthenextscene;aflashofirritationtouchedLucy’scartoonishface."Hell,"shesaid."Look,whatevertheoldguysarepayingyou,Icanpayyoudouble.Treble.Ahundredtimes.Whateverthey’regivingyou,Icangiveyousomuchmore."Shesmiled,aperfect,roguish,LucyRicardosmile."Younameit,honey.Whatdoyouneed?"Shebegantoundothebuttonsofherblouse."Hey,"shesaid."YoueverwantedtoseeLucy’stits?"
Thescreenwentblack.Thesleepfunctionhadkickedinandthesetturneditselfoff.Shadowlookedathiswatch:itwashalfpastmidnight."Notreally,"saidShadow.Herolledoverinbedandclosedhiseyes.ItoccurredtohimthatthereasonhelikedWednesdayandMr.Nancyandtherestofthembetterthantheiroppositionwasprettystraightforward:theymightbedirty,andcheap,andtheirfoodmighttastelikeshit,butatleasttheydidn’tspeakinclichés.
Andhewouldtakearoadsideattraction,nomatterhowcheap,howcrooked,orhowsad,overashoppingmall,anyday.
