Американские боги
Chapter 8
"TherewasaguyinprisonnamedJackson,"saidShadow,asheate,"workedintheprisonlibrary.HetoldmethattheychangedthenamefromKentuckyFriedChickentoKFCbecausetheydon’tserverealchickenanymore.It’sbecomethisgeneticallymodifiedmutantthing,likeagiantcentipedewithnohead,justsegmentaftersegmentoflegsandbreastsandwings.It’sfedthroughnutrienttubes.Thisguysaidthegovernmentwouldn’tletthemusethewordchicken."
Mr.Ibisraisedhiseyebrows."Youthinkthat’strue?"
"Nope.Now,myoldcellmate,LowKey,hesaidtheychangedthenamebecausethewordfriedhadbecomeabadword.Maybetheywantedpeopletothinkthatthechickencookeditself."
AfterdinnerJacquelexcusedhimselfandwentdowntothemortuary.Ibiswenttohisstudytowrite.Shadowsatinthekitchenforalittlelonger,feedingfragmentsofchickenbreasttothelittlebrowncat,sippinghisbeer.Whenthebeerandthechickenweregone,hewasheduptheplatesandcutlery,putthemontheracktodry,andwentupstairs.
Hetookabathintheclaw-footedbathtub,brushedhisteethwithhisdisposabletoothbrushandtoothpaste.Tomorrow,hedecided,hewouldbuyanewtoothbrush.
Whenhereturnedtothebedroomthelittlebrowncatwasoncemoreasleepatthebottomofthebed,curledintoafurcrescent.Inthemiddledrawerofthevanityhefoundseveralpairsofstripedcottonpajamas.
