Американские боги
Chapter 8
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ShadowwantedtopointouttoMadSweeneythatthatwasakindofbitterphilosophy,buthesuspecteditwasthebeingdeadthatmadeyoubitter.
Hewentupstairstothemainhouse,whereanumberofmiddle-agedwomenwereputtingSaranwraponcasseroledishes,poppingtheTupperwaretopsontoplasticpotsofcoolingfriedpotatoesandmacaroniandcheese.
Mr.Goodchild,thehusbandofthedeceased,hadMr.Ibisagainstawall,andwastellinghimhowheknewnoneofhischildrenwouldcomeouttopaytheirrespectstotheirmother.Theappledon’tfallfarfromthetree,hetoldanyonewhowouldlistentohim.Theappledon’tfallfarfromthetree.
ThateveningShadowlaidanextraplaceatthetable.Heputaglassateachplace,andanewbottleofJamesonGoldinthemiddleofthetable.ItwasthemostexpensiveIrishwhiskeytheysoldattheliquorstore.Aftertheyate(alargeplatterofleftoversleftforthembythemiddle-agedwomen)Shadowpouredageneroustotintoeachglass—his,Ibis’s,Jacquel’sandMadSweeney’s.
"Sowhatifhe’ssittingonagurneyinthecellar,"saidShadow,ashepoured,"onhiswaytoapauper’sgrave?Tonightwe’lltoasthim,andgivehimthewakehewanted."
Shadowraisedhisglasstotheemptyplaceatthetable."IonlymetMadSweeneytwice,alive,"hesaid."ThefirsttimeIthoughthewasaworld-classjerkwiththedevilinhim.
