Американские боги
Chapter 9
"IfeltbadenoughforthatoldbuckthatItalkedtheLakesideLadiesKnittingCircleintomakinghimsomethingwarmtowearallthewinter,andtheyknittedhimanall-overone-piecewoolensuit,sohewouldn’tfreezetodeath.Coursethejokewasonus,becausetheyknittedhimasuitofbrightorangewoolsonohunterevershotatit.Huntersinthesepartswearorangeathuntingseason,"headded,helpfully."Andifyouthinkthere’sawordofalieinthat,Icanproveittoyou.I’vegottheantlersuponmyrecroomwalltothisday."Shadowlaughed,andtheoldmansmiledthesatisfiedsmileofamastercraftsman.Theypulledupoutsideabrickbuildingwithalargewoodendeck,fromwhichgoldenholidaylightshungandtwinkledinvitingly.
"That’sFive-oh-two,"saidHinzelmann."Apartmentthreewouldbeonthetopfloor,roundtheotherside,overlookingthelake.Thereyougo,Mike."
"Thankyou,Mr.Hinzelmann.CanIgiveyouanythingtowardgas?"
"JustHinzelmann.Andyoudon’towemeapenny.MerryChristmasfrommeandfromTessie."
"Areyousureyouwon’tacceptanything?"
Theoldmanscratchedhischin."Tellyouwhat,"hesaid."SometimeinthenextweekorsoI’llcomebyandsellyousometickets.Forourraffle.Charity.Fornow,youngman,youcanbegettingontobed."
Shadowsmiled."MerryChristmas,Hinzelmann,"hesaid.