Yesterday, Four, Four O'clock discussed on Planet Money
Balls. Ask the waiter. This is a nice restaurant. Here said mr wolf shyam looking at the presbyterian nymphs on the ceiling but i like across the street better. Yes piebalgs gatsby and mr wolf shine. It's too hot over there. Hot and small said mr wolf shine but full of memories. What places that i asked. The old metropole brooded mr wolf shine gloomily filled with faces. Dead and gone filled with friends. Gone now forever. I can't forget so long as i live the night. They shot rosie rosenthal there. It was six of us at the table and rosemead eaten drunk a lot all evening. When it was almost morning the waiter came up to him with a funny look and says somebody wants to speak to him outside alright says rosy and begins to get up and i pulled him down in his chair let the bastards come in here if they want you rosie. But don't you so. Help me move outside. This room was four o'clock in the morning. Then if we'd raise the blinds we've seen daylight. Did he go. I asked innocently. Sure he went. Mr wolf chimes knows flashed me indignantly. He turned around in the door. And says don't let the waiter take away my coffee then. He went out onto the sidewalk and they shot him three times in his belly and drove away. Four of them were electrocuted. I said remembering five with becker his nostrils turned to me in an interesting way. I understand you're looking for a business connection. The juxtaposition of these two remarks with startling gatsby answered for me ono claimed this isn't the man. No mr wolf disappointed. This is just a friend. I told you we talk about that some other time. I beg your pardon. Said mr wolf. I'm at the wrong man. A secular hash arrived. And mr wolf shine forgetting the more sentimental atmosphere of the old metropole began to eat with ferocious delicacy. His is meanwhile roved very slowly all around the room. He completed the arc by turning to inspect the people directly behind. I think that except for my presence. He would have taken one short glance beneath our own table. Look old sport said gatsby leaning towards me. I'm afraid. I made you a little angry this morning in the car. There was the smile again. But this time i held out against it. I don't like mysteries. I answered and i don't understand why you won't come out. Frankly and tell me what you want. Why has it all to come through mistaker. Oh it's something. Underhanded assured me the speakers agreed sportswoman. You know when she'd never do anything that wasn't all right. Suddenly he looked at his watch jumped up and hurried from the room. Leaving me with mr wolf. Shaima table yesterday telephone said mr wolf shine following him with his eyes kind fellow. Isn't he handsome to look at a perfect gentleman. Yes he's an oxford man..