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his fingers at passing servers.
I Won a Five-Star Island Vacation
One young waiter, maybe twenty-two, hurried over.
“Another beer,” Frank said.
“Of course, sir.”
“And tell someone to bring towels. Not these thin things. Real towels.”
“Yes, sir.”
When the waiter left, Frank leaned back.
“People get lazy if you don’t keep them sharp.”
I looked at him.
“They’re not servants.”
