bed on the sofa for Shadow.

"You can sleep in Bielebog's room," said Zorya Vechernyaya, pointing to Wednesday. "Is empty. And for you, young man, I make up a bed on sofa. You will be more comfortable than in feather bed. I swear.""That would be really kind of you," said Wednesday. "We accept.""And you pay me only no more  an what you pay for hotel," said Zorya Vechernyaya, with a triumphant toss of her head. "A hundred dollars.""Thirty" said Wednesday."Fifty.""Thirty-five.""Forty-five.""Forty.""Is good. Forty-five dollar." Zorya Vechernyaya reached across the table and shook Wednesday's hand. Then she began to clean the pots off the table. Zorya Utrennyaya yawned so hugely Shadow worried that she

 

might dislocate her jaw, and announced that she was going to bed before she fell asleep with her head in the pie, and she said good night to them all.Shadow helped Zorya Vechernyaya to take the plates and dishes into the little kitchen. To his surprise there was an elderly dishwashing machine beneath the sink, and he filled it. Zorya Vechernyaya looked over his shoulder, tutted, and removed    e wooden borscht bowls. "Those, in the sink," she told him."Sorry.""Is not to worry. Now, back in there, we have pie," she said.The pie-it was an apple pie-had been bought in a store and oven-warmed, and was very, very good. The four of them ate it with ice cream, and then Zorya Vechernyaya made everyone go out of the sitting room, and made up a very fine-looking bed on the sofa for Shadow.