Американские боги
Youfeelitasasortofnothing,andwhenyou’redeadIguesstheonlythingthatyou’rescaredofisnothing.IwasgoingtogotoTexas.IplannedtospendthewinterinGalveston.IthinkIusedtowinterinGalveston,whenIwasakid."
"Idon’tthinkyoudid,"saidShadow."You’venevermentioneditbefore."
"No?Maybeitwassomeoneelse,then.Idon’tknow.Irememberseagulls—throwingbreadintheairforseagulls,hundredsofthem,thewholeskybecomingnothingbutseagullsastheyflappedtheirwingsandsnatchedthebreadfromtheair."Shepaused."IfIdidn’tseeit,Iguesssomeoneelsedid."
Acarcamearoundthecorner.Thedriverwavedthemhello.Shadowwavedback.Itfeltwonderfullynormaltowalkwithhiswife.
"Thisfeelsgood,"saidLaura,asifshewasreadinghismind.
"Yes,"saidShadow.
"I’mpleaseditfeelsgoodforyou,too.WhenthecallcameIhadtohurryback.IwasbarelyintoTexas."
"Call?"
Shelookedupathim.Aroundherneckthegoldcoinglinted."Itfeltlikeacall,"shesaid."Istartedtothinkaboutyou,abouthowmuchmorefunIwouldhavewithyouthandowninGalveston.AbouthowmuchIneededtoseeyou.Itwaslikeahunger."
"YouknewIwashere,then?"
"Yes."Shestopped.Shefrowned,andherupperteethpressedintoherbluelowerlip,bitingitgently.
