HORRORS!â Mr. Proila roared. âLETâS SEE YOU!â He stood up and peered frustratedly into the pond. âWhere the hell are they? YOU HAVENâT STOCKED YOUR POOL!â he yelled to the maître dâ.
âSir, we have,â the man replied, making sure Mr. Proila could read his lips. âYou must be more quiet, then they will come.â
âQuiet?! What are you talking about? If this was my restaurant Iâd keep the fish so hungry that theyâd be eating each other! Iâd keep them so hungry that theyâd come up and take the bait even if a rock concert was going on in here.â
âIf we kept them that hungry,â the maître dâ explained gently, âthere wouldnât be much flesh on them for you to eat when you caught them.â
Hiroyuki, Chokichi, and Toka quietly got on with their fishing, ashamed of Mr. Proila and the fuss he was making.
âRidiculous!â Mr. Proila spat. Then his phone, vibrating in his pocket, distracted him. He passed it to Miss Sny to take the call, then, turning to one of his bodyguards, said, âGo to Fongiâs. Get me some bluefin tuna. Donât want any of this boggy pond fish anyway.â
The bodyguard nodded and left at once. Mr. Proila then got off the boat to march up and down the platform part of the restaurant, speaking with fierce intensity to Miss Sny, who translated what he was saying to the person on the other end of the telephone line.
Molly, Hiroyuki, Chokichi, and Toka each caught themselves a silvery fish and gave it to the waiter to prepare. Gerry looked very uncomfortable.
âHave you got any vegetarian food?â he asked a waiter.
âCertainly,â the man said. âSushi rolls with cucumber and vegetable tempuraâthatâs vegetables fried in batter.â
âThat sounds nice.â Gerry was relieved.
âDo you always eat out?â Molly asked Chokichi as they waited for their food.
âIt depends on Mr. Proila,â Chokichi replied. âSometimes he goes out on his own, but if he wants us there we have to jump to it.â
âLike a controlling parent,â said Molly, thinking of Lucy and Primo.
âNo, heâs not like a parent at all,â Chokichi replied. âHe doesnât love us. He just loves the money we make for him.â
Molly nodded. For some reason, the way she felt at the moment, this didnât seem a bad arrangement at all. Then she asked curiously, âHow did he get to the top? I mean, everyone seems scared stiff of him. Even though heâs so small, and deaf. People could just pick him up and throw him over their shoulder, or his enemies could say things behind his back. Itâs amazing heâs as powerful as he is.â
Chokichi nodded. âBeing small doesnât matter. Heâs got four very loyal and very big bodyguards. He pays them lot of money. And with deafnessâMr. Proila not always deaf. He was in a shootout.â
âA shootout? Really?â
âYes. To save Mr. Proilaâs life his bodyguard fired some gunshots, but guardâs gun was very close to Mr. Proilaâs ears. Burst his eardrums. Three yearsago.â
âWhat happened to that bodyguard?â Molly asked.
Chokichi checked to see that Mr. Proila wasnât lip-reading him. âNobody know,â he said. âHe disappear. Mr. Proila say he move away, but nobody know for sure.â
Molly nodded, her hand on her coin. Strangely, she was beginning to admire Mr. Proila.
Petula watched her mistress. Again that acrid, bitter-lemon smell was coming from Molly. It was a smell that made Petula feel queasy and very uneasy. Petula sidled closer to Gerry. She was scared by whatever was happening to Molly, but most of all she was saddened. Saddened because her instinct was to keep away from Molly, and this felt unnatural, for Petula still loved her mistress. She didnât know what to do.
The waiter brought miso
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