Monday, May 23, 2011

Dead Rite chapter 60.06

“Sods?” The aunt frowned. “I read compassion in your tone but I fail to see any relevance to turf.”

“No, it means--” Dill shook his head. “Never mind.”

“Why does your suit jacket have 'Rajid's Pizza House' embroidered on the back?” The boy reached out to touch the threads. “And a picture of an isosceles triangle?”

“The guy who I--” Dill stopped himself. “--Who gave it to me used to work there.”

“Rajid's Pizza House is a place of employment? Like a factory?”

“No. It's a take away.” Dill saw the boy's confusion. “A restaurant where you buy food and take it home to eat?”

“I see. And the restaurant is shaped like a triangle?”

“No, that's a slice of pizza.”

The boy looked completely blank.

Dill frowned. “It's like a piece of bread, right, only round. With a tomato paste swirled on top then a layer of cheese and then toppings. Pastrami, salami, pepperoni, ham, fish, chicken, olives. Whatever you like. Then you cut it into slices and eat it with your fingers.”

“It sounds disgusting.”

“Don't mind Michael.” Catherine took dill's hand and led him to the back of the tomb, where a twist in the wall revealed a passage. “He doesn't like to go outside. He doesn't know what anything is.”

“Pizza, though? Pizza's the singlemost greatest thing to come out of America.” Dill peered down the passage. “Is this the way to the house?”

“Yes. Just follow the tunnel. It comes out in the manor cellars.”

“Brilliant.” Dill forced his mouth into a smile. “Listen! You don't know Julie, do you?”

“The dead talker? A little.”

“Is she in the house, do you know?”

Catherine shrugged. “I wouldn't know. I never go into the house.”


Stephanie said...

Look who's back. :)

Pizza, I thought that was universal!

Leatherdykeuk said...

Wow! You must be bored today!

What a lot of comments in my inbox!