Lilly Jean laughs and shakes her head. “Man come in t’other day. Pin striped business suit.” She looks at me and shakes her finger. “Never trust a man in pin stripes. Ain’t that right, Spank?”
Spank nods. “Pin-stripes
is designed to make a average man look more than he is. But I ain’t never worn ‘em.”
“See that you keep it that way,” Lilly Jean says sternly. “If
you want to stay with me. Anyways, this
man come in and jest stands there for a minute as if he can’t quite figure on
where to plant himself. ‘Well grab a chair,’ I says to him, giving him a little wave.” She smiles at Spank. “Most men can’t resist that wave.”
Howard rolls his eyes at Bitsy, as if to say, Well I can.
“So he weaves his way to the back of the diner. ’I’ll handle this one,’ I says to Ellie,
because a’course I’m dying to know what this character is all about. I hand him a menu and…” Lilly Jean’s eyes fill with tears. “You know how long Spank and I worked on that
menu, don’t you?”
Nods all around.
“Well, Mr. Pin Stripe,
he kinda’ wrinkles up his nose at it, says are we sure we know how to do sushi
up right?”
Spank frowns; crosses his thin arms across his even thinner
chest.
“’Well, sure I’m sure,’ I says. He raises his eyebrows then, asks me if have anything
on the menu for vegans. Then he goes on
to ‘splain what a vegan is, as if we didn’t know.”
“People think we’re a bunch of idiots here,” Spanks says.
“’Hey, are you one a’ them radical food types?’ I ask. And then,” Lilly Jean’s eyes sparkle. “I snatch the menu right outta’ his hands and
walk away. Hell, we don’t need that type
in here, do we Spank?”
Spank shakes his head.
“I don’t believe we do.”
But
secretly I wonder if Spank and Lilly Jean could be wrong.
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