"We don't get many strangers through here."
"That's probably because you stare at them as they eat," he said. He went back to his eggs and sausages and was glad to finally get a decent breakfast.
"You're American - you put your fork in your right hand when you eat and you have a very broad accent. What brings you to England?"
What could he say? I put a mask on and beat people up. He could hardly say he was the Masked Marauder and it was kayfabe, babe.
"Pretty manly business." She touched his forehead, running a finger across the stitches in his head. He'd been bleeding out of that same cut every night for over a month. No one had touched his cut 'til then and it seemed a very forward thing to do. He didn't know how to react. Freddie would be between her legs already, but he was a smooth talker. Fortunately, she took up the slack.
"Must be good to travel. I'd like to, if I had the money and didn't have to mind this old place."
"Where would you go?" he asked, trying to keep the conversation going.
"Don't know. Maybe Italy. Not France. I don't think I'd like the French."
"I just came from there. I didn't like them."
She tossed her head to one side. Bob could see the side of her neck and the top of her slip. Maybe he'd been on the trip too long but the dark hair loose against her skin made him want -
"They're too arrogant, the French."
Bob stabbed a sauage with his fork, fervently wishing they were on the way to more than a verbal tour of Europe.
”How would you like to take me on a trip around the world?” she said.
Bob swallowed his second sausage whole. As he gagged, Freddie walked in and said, "Ah, bonjour cherie."
She swooned and invited Freddie upstairs. "Be a dear," she called to Bob, "and mind the place awhile, will you?
Dialogue: D. Jason Cooper.....The Next Line: Robin Sinnott