Американские боги
Chapter 10
Everyyearthere’sacoupleofhighschoolkidscaughtwithweedbehindthebleachers.Biggestpolicecasewe’vehadhereinfiveyearswaswhenDanSchwartzgotdrunkandshotuphisowntrailer,thenhewentontherun,downMainStreet,inhiswheelchair,wavingthisdarnshotgun,shoutingthathewouldshootanyonewhogotinhisway,thatnoonewouldstophimfromgettingtotheinterstate.IthinkhewasonhiswaytoWashingtontoshootthepresident.IstilllaughwheneverIthinkofDanheadingdowntheinterstateinthatwheelchairofhiswiththebumperstickerontheback.MYJUVENILEDELINQUENTISSCREWINGYOURHONORSTUDENT.Youremember,Mabel?"
Shenodded,lipspursed.ShedidnotseemtofinditasfunnyasMulligandid.
"Whatdidyoudo?"askedShadow.
"Italkedtohim.Hegavemetheshotgun.Sleptitoffdownatthejail.Dan’snotabadguy,hewasjustdrunkandupset."
Shadowpaidforhisownbreakfastand,overChadMulligan’shalfheartedprotests,bothhotchocolates.
Henning’sFarmandHomewasawarehouse-sizedbuildingonthesouthofthetownthatsoldeverythingfromtractorstotoys(thetoys,alongwiththeChristmasornaments,werealreadyonsale).Thestorewasbustlingwithpost-Christmasshoppers.Shadowrecognizedtheyoungerofthegirlswhohadsatinfrontofhimonthebus.Shewastrailingafterherparents.Hewavedatherandshegavehimahesitant,blue-rubber-bandedsmile.
