介绍:
Scott slapped a palm on Ian’s shoulder, startling him:
‘So I’m going to hand you over to Emma, our longest serving member of staff!—’
Emma winced at the accolade, then smiled apologetically at the new boy, and he smiled back with his mouth closed tight; a Stan Laurel smile.
‘—She’ll show you the basics, and that’s it, everyone. Remember! Fish burritos! Now, music please!’
Paddy pressed play on the greasy tape deck behind the bar and the music began, a maddening forty-five minutes loop of synthetic mariachi music, beginning aptly enough with ‘La Cucaracha’, the cockroach, to be heard twelve times in an eight-hour shift. Twelve times a shift, twenty-four shifts a month, for seven months now. Emma looked down at the baseball cap in her hand. The restaurant logo, a cartoon donkey, peered up at her goggle-eyed from beneath his sombrero, drunk it would seem, or insane perhaps. She settled the cap on her head and slid off the bar stool as if lowering herself into icy water. The new guy was waiting for her, beaming, his fingertips jammed awkwardly into the pockets of his gleaming white jeans, and Emma wondered once again what exactly she was doing with her life.
Emma, Emma, Emma. How are you, Emma? And what are you doing right this second? We’re six hours ahead here in Bombay, so hopefully you’re still in bed with a Sunday morning hangover in which case WAKE UP! IT’S DEXTER!
This letter comes to you from a downtown Bombay hostel with scary mattresses and hot and cold running Australians. My guide book tells me that it has character i.e. rodents but my room also has a little plastic picnic table by the window
and it’s raining like crazy outside, harder even than in
Edinburgh. It’s CHUCKING IT DOWN, Em, so loud that I can
barely hear the compilation tape you made me which I like a
lot incidentally except for that jangly indie stuff because after all I’m not some GIRL. I’ve been trying to read the books you
gave me at Easter too, though I have to admit I’m finding
Howards End quite heavy-going. It’s like they’ve been drinking
the same cup of tea for two hundred pages, and I keep
waiting for someone to pull a knife or an alien invasion or something, but that’s not going to happen is it?
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