Американские боги
Chapter 7
Heisnotwearinghissunglasses,andinthedimroomhiseyesburnwithscarletflames.
Salimblinksbacktears."IwishyoucouldseewhatIsee,"hesays.
"Idonotgrantwishes,"whisperstheifrit,droppinghistowelandpushingSalimgently,butirresistibly,downontothebed.
Itisanhourormorebeforetheifritcomes,thrustingandgrindingintoSalim’smouth.Salimhasalreadycometwiceinthistime.Thejinn’ssementastesstrange,fiery,anditburnsSalim’sthroat.
Salimgoestothebathroom,washesouthismouth.Whenhereturnstothebedroomthetaxidriverisalreadyasleepinthewhitebed,snoringpeacefully.Salimclimbsintothebedbesidehim,cuddlesclosetotheifrit,imaginingthedesertonhisskin.
AshestartstofallasleepherealizesthathestillhasnotwrittenhisfaxtoFuad,andhefeelsguilty.Deepinsidehefeelsemptyandalone:hereachesout,restshishandontheifrit’stumescentcockand,comforted,hesleeps.
Theywakeinthesmallhours,movingagainsteachother,andtheymakeloveagain.AtonepointSalimrealizesthatheiscrying,andtheifritiskissingawayhistearswithburninglips."Whatisyourname?"Salimasksthetaxidriver.
"Thereisanameonmydrivingpermit,butitisnotmine,"theifritsays.
Afterward,Salimcouldnotrememberwherethesexhadstoppedandthedreamsbegan
