Американские боги
Chapter 7
"Excuseme,"saysSalim,"butcanyouperhapscallMisterBlandingandtellhimthatIamstillwaiting?"
Shelooksupathimasifsurprisedtoseethatheisstillthere,asiftheyhavenotbeensittingfivefeetapartfortwoandahalfhours."He’satlunch,"shesays.He’daddudge.
Salimknows,knowsdeepdowninhisgut,thatBlandingwasthemanwiththeunlitcigar."Whenwillhebeback?"
Sheshrugs,takesabiteofhersandwich."He’sbusywithappointmentsfortherestoftheday,"shesays.He’dbiddywidabboidmedsfortheredobtheday.
"Willheseeme,then,whenhecomesback?"asksSalim.
Sheshrugs,andblowshernose.
Salimishungry,increasinglyso,andfrustrated,andpowerless.
Atthreeo’clockthewomanlooksathimandsays,"Hewodebegubbigbag."
"Excuse?"
"BidderBladdig.Hewodebegubbigbagtoday."
"CanImakeanappointmentfortomorrow?"
Shewipeshernose."Youhabtoteddephode.Appoidbedsodlybyteddephode."
"Isee,"saysSalim.Andthenhesmiles:asalesman,FuadhadtoldhimmanytimesbeforeheleftMuscat,isnakedinAmericawithouthissmile."TomorrowIwilltelephone,"hesays.Hetakeshissamplecase,andhewalksdownthemanystairstothestreet,wherethefreezingrainisturningtosleet.
