Американские боги
Chapter 8
"Aretherealotofplacesyoucanturnyourgoldintocash?"
HethoughttheIrishmanwasgoingtohithimforamoment,butthemomentpassedandMadSweeneyjuststoodthere,holdingouthisgold-filledcapwithbothhandslikeOliverTwist.Andthentearsswelledinhisblueeyesandbegantospilldownhischeeks.Hetookthecapandputit—nowemptyofeverythingexceptagreasysweatband—backoverhisthinningscalp."Yougotta,man,"hewassaying."Didn’tIshowyouhowtodoit?Ishowedyouhowtotakecoinsfromthehoard.Ishowedyouwherethehoardwas.Thetreasureofthesun.Justgivemethatfirstcoinback.Itdidn’tbelongtome."
"Idon’thaveitanymore."
MadSweeney’stearsstopped,andspotsofcolorappearedinhischeeks."You,youfucken—"hesaid,andthenthewordsfailedhimandhismouthopenedandclosed,soundlessly.
"I’mtellingyouthetruth,"saidShadow."I’msorry.IfIhadit,I’dgiveitbacktoyou.ButIgaveitaway."
Sweeney’sfilthyhandsclampedonShadow’sshoulders,andthepaleblueeyesstaredintohis.ThetearshadmadestreaksinthedirtonMadSweeney’sface."Shit,"hesaid.Shadowcouldsmelltobaccoandstalebeerandwhiskey-sweat."You’retellingthetruth,youfucker.Gaveitawayandfreelyandofyourownwill.Damnyourdarkeyes,yougaveita-fucken-way."
"I’msorry.
