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�It�s called six wid da rich syoke,� Eugene replied. �Know yur kunikshuns, Jack, know yur kunikshuns. Suck a little en yul be fine!� He giggled. �The Amiricans will lab des. Tu more sins from you en wil be done pur da dee. Jack Cole and his vevy of vyooties in anadur pelm by Huge Peniston. Tina Tigasan! Malou Wang and Dina Dilaan! I like! Wat du you tenk?�
�Nice,� Jack replied. He turned to the stagehand. �Tato, what�s on for today?�
�Tahong with talong.�
�Right.� Jack said disbelievingly.
The stagehand handed him the styrofoam box Jack had hoped was not for him. He stared at the dry rice and rubber-like texture of the eggplant.
�Ay, talong,� Tina said, walking by. �I just had that.�
Jack stared as she passed, her dyed brown hair blowing in the wind.
�Eat na,� Eugene said, bringing him back to reality by slapping his naked buttocks with his fan as he walked by, �we still hab two more sins to shoot.�
* * *
Gina wiped her hands on a tattered cloth that hung from an equally dilapidated hook. A drop of sweat trickled into her eye, the salty water stinging her for a few seconds. Annoyed, she wiped her eye vigorously with the back of her callused hand.
�Gina?� a voice called.
�Inday Polling,� she replied.
�I�m missing a dish,� she said.
A dish?
�What?�
�I�m missing a dish,� she repeated. �A flowered plastic dish.�
�I haven�t washed any plates today that look like that,� Gina said. �Inday, may I go out for a break?�
�Are you done with the dishes?�
�Yes, Inday.�
�The floors?�
�Yes, Inday.�
�The noodles have been counted?�
�Yes, Inday.�
�Then go home.�
That surprised Gina.
�Really?�
�Why not?� Inday Polling smiled. �It�s nighttime, and your macho G.I. man is waiting for you.� She laughed a loud, ribald guffaw. Gina laughed with her.
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