Американские боги

Chapter 8

           Gotthat?Doyouwantmetowriteitdownforyou?"

           "No,"saidShadow."It’sfine.Icanremember."

           Themanscowledfleetingly,thenpulledabusinesscardfromhiswallet,scribbledonit,andgaveittoShadow,saying,"GivethistoJacquel."Thenthemedicalexaminersaid"MerryChristmas"toeveryone,andwasonhisway.Thecopskepttheemptybottle.

           ShadowsignedfortheJohnDoeandputitonthegurney.Thebodywasprettystiff,andShadowcouldn’tgetitoutofasittingposition.Hefiddledwiththegurney,andfoundoutthathecouldpropuponeend.HestrappedJohnDoe,sitting,tothegurneyandputhiminthebackofthehearse,facingforward.Mightaswellgivehimagoodride.Heclosedtherearcurtains.Thenhedrovebacktothefuneralhome.

           Thehearsewasstoppedatatrafficlightthesamelightshe’dfishtailedat,severalnightsearlierwhenShadowheardavoicecroak,"Andit’safinewakeI’llbewanting,withthebestofeverything,andbeautifulwomensheddingtearsandtheirclothesintheirdistress,andbravemenlamentingandtellingfinetalesofmeinmygreatdays."

           "You’redead,MadSweeney,"saidShadow."Youtakewhatyou’regivenwhenyou’redead."

           "Aye,thatIshall,"sighedthedeadmansittinginthebackofthehearse.

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