no.â
â Idiota . You make trouble. You fuck up.â
âI scrape the plates. I pour the water. I bring the butter. I know my job better than any chart.â
âI could pick up the phone and get ten busboys.â
âCustomers send you pictures. They do it in confidence. You put them in the window. Or behind the bar.â
âI want to say yes, Walsh, I want to lock up each night like Souléâwithout one complaint. Last night I say to my best customer, âMrs. Paley, how you like the dinner?â She says, âEverything was cold except the champagne.â I got my honor, Walsh.â
âA few autographs donât hurt anybody.â
âPeople speak to me last night. Theyâre disgusted.â
âThereâs nothing dirty about my signatures. At least, I donât collect disgusting pictures. Iâve nothing to hide under my desk.â
âHuh?â
âCombing the stripperâs cunt at your Knights of Columbus dinner. Your name on your hat.â
Garcia gets red as rhubarb. âThatâs it!â
âIâll say. Nobody could miss you. The scandal would ruin The Homestead.â
âWalsh, Iâm giving you till Friday.â
âYouâre not firing me?â
âYes.â
âItâs the new diplomacy. Yes means no.â
âNo,â says Garcia.
âThen Iâm staying?â
Garcia stands up. I try to stand, but the chair sticks to my hips. He puts on his Stetson. He goes to the blackboard. He writesâFIRED. The chalk breaks. The scratch makes my mouth taste of brass.
Garcia walks out.
âPuerto Ricans should be rounded up, put on Ellis Island, and burned! Goodbye cuchifritos! Adiós West Side Story! So long cha-cha-cha!â
I really give him an earful.
Zambrozzi calls me over to his table. âGarcia let you go?â
âWrote it on the blackboard like I was part of next weekâs menu.â
âHe tell me to stop tonightâs ossobuco . A chefâs fame is in plat du jour .â
âHeâs ruining the kitchen.â
âIn Italia, he scrub floors.â
âItâs America. Heâs got unity of command. He could fire you, too.â
Zambrozzi laughs. âDonât worry about Garcia. Take today off, Benny. Get some autographs. Spend some of that money. I tell him you sick. He donât argue. I wonât cook his meals.â
âI keep track of things about The Homestead other people forget. I donât want to leave, Mr. Zambrozzi.â
âWhen the boys come back, we gonna have a talk, we gonna settle this.â
âIâm not in your section.â
âLeave it to me.â
Zambrozzi puts his arm on my shoulder and walks me toward the pantry. He hums our drinking song. He stops to watch the pasta being made. A cookâs helper spreads flour in a wide circle on the table. He breaks an egg with one hand in the middle of the circle. Itâs beautifulâa yellow sun surrounded by white stars. Then he whips the egg with a fork. All the flour comes together in the yolk. Not a speckâs left on the table. Nothingâs lost. Everything sticks together in a white lump. The flourâs part of the egg and the eggâs part of the flour. Suddenly, the pastaâs there.
âCookingâs like life,â says Zambrozzi. âYou have to have the right ingredients and the know-how.â He thinks for a second. âWrite that down,â he says.
I put it in my pad, but I disagree. Cookingâs not like life. If you get a bad meal, you donât have to eat it.
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