“I want you to close this place down.”
He lifted a ladle. From a nearby butcher-paper package, he produced three thick strips of bacon, each one the size of a human tongue. He dipped them into the cauldron. They sizzled, then crisped, then sang.
He took the offering. He put it in his mouth.
“Eat,” Pat commanded, pulling the bacon from his sax and handing it to a trembling busboy. “Taste the sorrow. Taste the salt.”
“I want you to close this place down.”
He lifted a ladle. From a nearby butcher-paper package, he produced three thick strips of bacon, each one the size of a human tongue. He dipped them into the cauldron. They sizzled, then crisped, then sang.
He took the offering. He put it in his mouth.
“Eat,” Pat commanded, pulling the bacon from his sax and handing it to a trembling busboy. “Taste the sorrow. Taste the salt.”
