SynopsisPools, natural disasters, and Eastern European dance music.
Excerpt“How many sesame seeds does one of these things average?” I asked
Ray made a weird face and then turned to the girl who, holding the tongs, gave a thoughtful shrug. “I would say maybe around four or five hundred, if I had to give a guess. If you want, though, perhaps I could call the manager.” She pivoted around and slowly began to step towards the phone.
“No, no.” Ray called after her. “There’s no need, no need. We’ll take your estimate and get on with the tour.”
“Ah, yes,” she said. She put the sesame bagel back and retrieved a poppy-seed bagel. Before she said anything, she took the tongs and began to count the sesame seeds. Ray watched intently and I watched Ray.
A couple of hours later, Ray and I had eaten approximately five bagels each. “Did you need anything at Publix, or are you about ready to blow this strip mall?”