Edna Ferber

Gigolo Edna Ferber

Book Excerpt: ...ace of the white slab, mopped up moisture with a sly grey rag. No nonsense about them. This was the rush hour. Hungry men from the shops and offices and garages of the district were bent on food (not badinage). They ate silently, making a dull business of it. Coffee? What kinda pie do you want? No fooling here. "Hello, Jessie."As she mopped the slab in front of him you noticed a slight softening of her features, intent so grimly on her task. "What's yours?""Bacon-and-egg sandwich. Glass of milk. Piece of pie. Blueberry."Ordinarily she would not have bothered. But with him: "The blueberry ain't so good to-day, I noticed. Try the peach?""All right." He looked at her. She smiled. Incredibly, the dishes ordered seemed to leap out at her from nowhere. She crashed them down on the glazed white surface in front of him. The bacon-and-egg sandwich was served open-faced, an elaborate confection. Two slices of white bread, side by side. On one reposed a fried egg, hard, golden, delectable...