Now Kevan MacGreene was not especially accustomed to travel—before this day his travels had been limited to a few trips to Coney Island, once or twice to Canarsie, and once to Staten Island when he’d made the mistake of asking a girl for a date before finding out where she lived. As a result, he was none too sure how to act in the present circumstances. In the travels already mentioned, he’d never come across a god imprisoned in golden chains—he wasn’t even sure he’d ever read of such a thing before. Yet it was rather foolish to act as if nothing were unusual. At the same time, the god might be sensitive to strange remarks about his condition.
It needed a diplomacy which Kevan MacGreene wasn’t sure he possessed. Should he (he wondered) offer his help or would such an offer coming from a m
