Американские боги

Chapter 4

           Theysay,youputustogether,wearelikeoneperson,youknow?Whenweareyoung,hishair,itisveryblond,verylight,hiseyesareblue,andpeoplesay,heisthegoodone.Andmyhairitisverydark,darkerthanyourseven,andpeoplesayIamtherogue,youknow?Iamthebadone.Andnowtimepasses,andmyhairisgray.Hishair,too,Ithink,isgray.Andyoulookatus,youwouldnotknowwhowaslight,whowasdark."

           "Wereyouclose?"askedShadow.

           "Close?"askedCzernobog."No.Howcouldwebe?Wecaredaboutsuchdifferentthings."

           Therewasaclatterfromtheendofthehall,andZoryaVechemyayacamein."Supperinonehour,"shesaid.Thenshewentout.

           Czernobogsighed."Shethinkssheisagoodcook,"hesaid."Shewasbroughtup,therewereservantstocook.Now,therearenoservants.Thereisnothing."

           "Notnothing,"saidWednesday."Nevernothing."

           "You,"saidCzernobog."Ishallnotlistentoyou."HeturnedtoShadow."Doyouplaycheckers?"heasked.

           "Yes,"saidShadow.

           "Good.Youshallplaycheckerswithme,"hesaid,takingawoodenboxofpiecesfromthemantelpieceandshakingthemoutontothetable."Ishallplayblack."

           WednesdaytouchedShadow’sarm."Youdon’thavetodothis,youknow,"hesaid.

           "Notaproblem.Iwantto,"saidShadow.Wednesdayshrugged,andpickedupanoldcopyofReader’sDigestfromasmallpileofyellowingmagazinesonthewindowsill.

           Czernobog’sbrownfingersfinishedarrangingthepiecesonthesquares,andthegamebegan.

           Inthedaysthatweretocome,Shadowoftenfoundhimselfrememberingthatgame.

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