Американские боги
Chapter 3
"Sowhathappenedtheothernight?"
"ThenightIwaskilled?"
"Yes."
"Well,RobbieandIwentouttotalkaboutyourwelcome-backsurpriseparty.Itwouldhavebeensogood.AndItoldhimthatweweredone.Finished.Thatnowthatyouwerebackthatwasthewayithadtobe."
"Mm.Thankyou,babe."
"You’rewelcome,darling."Theghostofasmilecrossedherface."Wegotmaudlin.Itwassweet.Wegotstupid.Igotverydrunk.Hedidn’t.Hehadtodrive.WeweredrivinghomeandIannouncedthatIwasgoingtogivehimagoodbyeblowjob,onelasttimewithfeeling,andIunzippedhispants,andIdid."
"Bigmistake."
"Tellmeaboutit.Iknockedthegearshiftwithmyshoulder,andthenRobbiewastryingtopushmeoutofthewaytoputthecarbackingear,andwewereswerving,andtherewasaloudcrunchandIremembertheworldstartedtorollandtospin,andIthought,’I’mgoingtodie.’Itwasverydispassionate.Irememberthat.Iwasn’tscared.AndthenIdon’trememberanythingmore."
Therewasasmelllikeburningplastic.Itwasthecigarette,Shadowrealized:ithadburneddowntothefilter.Lauradidnotseemtohavenoticed.
"Whatareyoudoinghere,Laura?"
"Can’tawifecomeandseeherhusband?"
"You’redead.Iwenttoyourfuneralthisafternoon."
"Yes."Shestoppedtalking,staredintonothing.Shadowstoodupandwalkedovertoher.Hetookthesmolderingcigarettebuttfromherfingersandthrewitoutofthewindow.
"Well?"
Hereyessoughthis."Idon’tknowmuchmorethanIdidwhenIwasalive.