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Still
,
he
had
to
admit
,
this
new
cook
seemed
to
be
the
business
.
Harga
,
an
expansive
advert
for
his
own
high
carbohydrate
merchandise
,
beamed
at
a
room
full
of
satisfied
customers
.
And
a
fast
worker
,
too
!
In
fact
,
disconcertingly
fast
.
He
rapped
on
the
hatch
.
’
Double
egg
,
chips
,
beans
,
and
a
trollburger
,
hold
the
onions
,
’
he
rasped
.
RIGHT
.
The
hatch
slid
up
a
few
seconds
later
and
two
plates
were
pushed
through
.
Harga
shook
his
head
in
gratified
amazement
.
It
had
been
like
that
all
evening
.
The
eggs
were
bright
and
shiny
,
the
beans
glistened
like
rubies
,
and
the
chips
were
the
crisp
golden
brown
of
sunburned
bodies
on
expensive
beaches
.
Harga
’
s
last
cook
had
turned
out
chips
like
little
paper
bags
full
of
pus
.
Harga
looked
around
the
steamy
cafe
.
No
-
one
was
watching
him
.
He
was
going
to
get
to
the
bottom
of
this
.
He
rapped
on
the
hatch
again
.
’
Alligator
sandwich
,
’
he
said
.
’
And
make
it
sna
—
’
The
hatch
shot
up
.
After
a
few
seconds
to
pluck
up
enough
courage
,
Harga
peered
under
the
top
slice
of
the
long
sarny
in
front
of
him
.
He
wasn
’
t
saying
that
it
was
alligator
,
and
he
wasn
’
t
saying
it
wasn
’
t
.
He
knuckled
the
hatch
again
.
’
Okay
,
’
he
said
,
I
’
m
not
complaining
,
I
just
want
to
know
how
you
did
it
so
fast
.
’
