Американские боги
Chapter 9
Thenhetookoffhisshoes,hisjacketandhiswatch,andheclimbedintothebedfullydressed,wonderinghowlongitwouldtakehimtogetwarm.
Thelightswereoff,andtherewassilence,mostly,nothingbutthehumoftherefrigerator,andsomewhereinthebuilding,aradioplaying.Helaythereinthedarkness,wonderingifhehadslepthimselfoutontheGreyhound,ifthehungerandthecoldandthenewbedandthecrazinessofthelastfewweekswouldcombinetokeephimawakethatnight.
Inthestillnessheheardsomethingsnaplikeashot.Abranch,hethought,ortheice.Itwasfreezingoutthere.
HewonderedhowlonghewouldhavetowaituntilWednesdaycameforhim.Aday?Aweek?Howeverlonghehad,heknewhehadtofocusonsomethinginthemeantime.Hewouldstarttoworkoutagain,hedecided,andpracticehiscoinsleightsandpalmsuntilhewassmoothasanything(Practiceallyourtricks,somebodywhisperedinsidehishead,inavoicethatwasnothisown,allofthembutone,notthetrickthatpoordeadMadSweeneyshowedyou,deadofexposureandthecoldandofbeingforgottenandsurplustorequirements,notthattrick.Ohnotthatone).
Butthiswasagoodtown.Hecouldfeelit.
Hethoughtofhisdream,ifithadbeenadream,thatfirstnightinCairo.HethoughtofZorya…whatthehellwashername?Themidnightsister.AndthenhethoughtofLaura…
Itwasasifthinkingofheropenedawindowinhismind.Hecouldseeher.
