Last Night in Twisted River - Page 86

"The guinea hen is served with asparagus, and a risotto of oyster mushrooms and sage jus," the cook was explaining to Danny and young Joe. "Don't slop the risotto on the plates, please."

"Where are the guinea hens from, Pop?" Danny asked.

"From Iowa, of course--we're out of almost everything that isn't from Iowa," the cook told him.

"You want to see how your mushroom and mascarpone ravioli gets made?" Xiao Dee was asking the businessmen types. "It's done with Parmesan and white truffle oil! It's the best fucking ravioli you'll ever have! You think white truffle oil comes from Iowa?" he asked them. "You want to come out in the kitchen and see a bunch of Asians dying? They are dying on TV right now--if you want to see!" Little Brother was shouting.

Tony Angel turned to the Japanese twins. "Go rescue the business guys from Xiao Dee," he told them, "both of you."

The cook accompanied the Yokohamas to the dining room, where they served the two couples the guinea hens. "Your pasta will be coming right along," Tony told the businessmen; he'd wondered why the business guys had so quietly listened to Xiao Dee's tirade. Now he saw that Little Brother had taken the bloody cleaver with him into the dining room.

"We need you back in the kitchen--we want you like crazy back there! We're dying for you!" the Japanese twins were telling Xiao Dee; they had draped themselves on him, being careful not to touch the bloody cleaver. The businessmen types just sat there, waiting, even after the cook (and Xiao Dee, with Kaori and Sao) had gone back into the kitchen.

"What are the fascist pigs drinking?" Xiao Dee was asking the Yokohamas.

"Tsingtao," Kaori or Sao answered him.

"Bring them more--keep the beer coming!" Little Brother told them.

"What goes with the ravioli, Pop?" Danny asked his dad.

"The peas," the cook told him. "Use the slotted spoon, or there will be too much oil on them."

Joe couldn't get interested in being a sous chef, not while the television kept showing the helicopters. When the phone rang, Joe was the only one whose hands weren't busy doing something; he answered it. They all knew there was no maitre d' in the dining room, and they thought it might be Yi-Yiing or Tzu-Min calling from Mercy Hospital with a report on whether or not they could save Ah Gou's finger.

"It's collect, from Ketchum," Joe told them.

"Say that you accept," his grandfather told him.

"I accept," the boy said.

"You talk to him, Daniel--I'm busy," the cook said.

But in the passing of the telephone, they could all hear what Ketchum had to say--all the way from New Hampshire. "This asshole country--"

"Hi, it's me--it's Danny," the writer told the old logger.

"You still sorry you didn't get to go to Vietnam, fella?" Ketchum roared at him.

"No, I'm not sorry," Danny told him, but it took him too long to say it; Ketchum had already hung up.

There was blood all over the kitchen. On the TV, the desperate Vietnamese dangled from, and then fell off, the skids of the helicopters. The debacle would be replayed for days--all over the world, the writer supposed, while he watched his ten-year-old watching the end of the war his dad hadn't gone to.

The Japanese twins were placating the business guys with more beer. Xiao Dee was standing in the walk-in refrigerator with the door open. "We're almost out of Tsingtao, Tony," Little Brother was saying. He walked out of the fridge and closed the door; then he noticed that the door to the alley was still open. "What happened to Ed?" Xiao Dee asked. He stepped cautiously into the alley. "Maybe some fucking patriot farmer mistook him for one of us 'gooks' and killed him!"

"I think poor Ed just went home," the cook said.

"I threw up in his sink--maybe that's why," Sao said. She and Kaori had come back to the kitchen to bring the business guys their pasta order.

"Can I turn the TV off?" Danny asked them all.

"Yes! Turn it off, please!" one of the Yokohamas told him.

"Ed is gone!" Xiao Dee was shouting from the alley. "The fucker-patriots have kidnapped him!"

"I can take Joe home and put him to bed," the other twin said to Danny.

"The boy has to eat first," the cook said. "You can be the maitre d' for a little while, can't you, Daniel?"

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