At six fifty-five George said: "He's not coming."
Two other people had been in the reataurant. Once George had gone out to the kitchen and made a ham-and-egg sandwich "to go" that a man wanted to take with him. Inside the kitchen he saw Al sitting on a stool with the shotgun. Nick and the cook were tied together in the corner, a towel in each of their mouths. George had cooked the sandwich, wrapped it up in paper, put it in a bag, brought it in, and the man had paid for it and gone out.
"Bright boy can do everything," Max said. "He can cook and everything. You'd make some girl a nice hunband, bright boy."