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“Frank treated customers with the contempt Rosy had only seen before at airport passport control. Even then, she’d never heard an immigration official refer to anybody as baldy.
“Hey, baldy,�� Frank had said and whistled to call a customer back as though he were down in the paddock with an unruly herd. “You forgot your juice.��
Frank held up the bottle of Tropicana orange juice. And when�� baldy came back, Frank slapped the bottle into his hand as though passing him the baton in a relay race, then waved the man aside—“Go!”—and pointed at the next customer.
“What do you want?�� Frank said. “Cheese? Again? That’s three cheese you’ll have had in a row. Are you eating right?��
The customer stammered.
“Eh-but-eh-but-eh-but,�� Frank mimicked. “Never mind. But think up a different filling next time. And not cheese and tomato.�� He shook his head and made up the roll.”