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talking about his girlfriend, though he paws at all the male waiters through every shift. They have Gory and Marcus, the manager, completely snowed or at least compromised. Harry and I suspect it’s the drugs that come through Tony’s brother, a dealer who is in and out of jail and who Tony talks about only when he’s wasted, demanding vows of silence as if he’s never told you before. We call Dana and Tony the Twisted Sister and try to stay out of their path. ‘You’ve just taken two tables out of my section,’ Yasmin says. ‘We have two eight-tops,’ Tony says. ‘Well use your own bloody tables. These are mine, you fucks.’ Yasmin was born in Eritrea and raised in Delaware, but she’s read a lot of Martin Amis and Roddy Doyle. Unfortunately she doesn’t stand a chance against the Twisted Sister. Before I can band with Yasmin, Dana points a finger at me. ‘Go get the flowers, Casey Kasem.’ She and Tony are the headwaiters. You have to
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