"we need the good sliverware."
"Ok got it. Wait."
"Yeh."
"You did say good silverware?"
"Yes..."
"Already. So soon?"
"Unfortunately. Three diners."
"Okay. It'll be ready. Tomorrow. Three diners."
The line closed. No word of goodbye. It was all business. He was uneasy. He'd never had to prepare the good silverware this frequently before. If he had to guess this meant war.
When he was a kid he fantasized about war. Battles. Weapons. Missions. Dodging bullets. It's all eh thought about. Now it's... it was still what he thought about all the time. Just from a different perspective. Fear of it. Last thing he wanted.
Not that he was ever the one pulling the trigger. But he had this deep fear that one day it would come back to him. The enemy of the people he served. Would find him before they found his king. His king was Danny Calruso. He never spoke to the man, but it was no mystery.
When he'd see Danny driving around or at the bar he'd find it weird. He'd think "that's the man I serve." Danny would give him a side glance and give him a nod. He'd wonder, did he know. But Danny was smooth with everybody. He couldn't assume that the nod meant anything more than "what's up, guy?"
"Ok got it. Wait."
"Yeh."
"You did say good silverware?"
"Yes..."
"Already. So soon?"
"Unfortunately. Three diners."
"Okay. It'll be ready. Tomorrow. Three diners."
The line closed. No word of goodbye. It was all business. He was uneasy. He'd never had to prepare the good silverware this frequently before. If he had to guess this meant war.
When he was a kid he fantasized about war. Battles. Weapons. Missions. Dodging bullets. It's all eh thought about. Now it's... it was still what he thought about all the time. Just from a different perspective. Fear of it. Last thing he wanted.
Not that he was ever the one pulling the trigger. But he had this deep fear that one day it would come back to him. The enemy of the people he served. Would find him before they found his king. His king was Danny Calruso. He never spoke to the man, but it was no mystery.
When he'd see Danny driving around or at the bar he'd find it weird. He'd think "that's the man I serve." Danny would give him a side glance and give him a nod. He'd wonder, did he know. But Danny was smooth with everybody. He couldn't assume that the nod meant anything more than "what's up, guy?"