A Covered Dish
He ducked into some tiny Chinatown restaurant where he wouldn't be conspicuous. The waiter came and he grunted and pointed to something on the menu. The waiter's eyes widened a bit, but he said nothing.
After the waiter left, he took a thick slug from his hip flask and watched nervously out the window. He was inturrupted in only a few short minutes by the waiter standing over him with a huge, covered dish.
Posted by danieltalsky
at Agosto 31, 2003 11:50 AM