“Lanny, try this.”
Aunty Floresta motioned to Edwin, who gave her a donut.
The Alaska Donut—Starrgate’s signature.
“We didn’t glaze them yet, but you can try one now,” Edwin said.
Lan took a bite. And another.
Lan had assumed the appeal of the donuts was to induce a need in her customers. And that the fall in sales meant their physiology was no longer being affected, either due to an error in the replicators or some defect in their physiology.
And another.
But this was no defect. And she had been wrong.
This donut’s appeal was not physiological. It was deeper. She became filled with a warm, loving feeling. It was gentle. She thought of her mother, long ago, in her Star Patrol uniform.
Lan took another bite.
She didn’t know how, but this Alaska Donut tasted like home.
* * *
It was 1 A.M. Tremon Philippe sat at his table, having an exquisitely steamed fish. The flesh was sweet and almost creamy, the ginger and scallions were a fragrant delight.
Who would have thought that a place like this could serve food like this? He gave a quiet apology for his remarks about dumplings and ducks. But of course it made sense, did it not? Exquisite French pastries served by Vietnamese, Cambodian donut shops, Hong Kong cafés everywhere. Here, as in Hell, so much had been shaped by politics and war, ambition and dreams of escape.
In fact, humans were more ruthless in all of these than demons. And more. Not that they knew it, of course.
If they could only perceive what they really were …
Tremon thought of Shizuka and the Hainan chicken at a pizza place. Shizuka loved to play with him, didn’t she?
But it was always the brilliant ones who were least aware of their honesty.
Yes, Shizuka had found a special talent, but Shizuka Satomi’s music was all over her. Maybe Shizuka herself didn’t yet know it, but she had grown attached to this one. And already this was clouding her judgment.
Where does the music end and love begin? Not that a demon should have to answer that question. As far as Tremon was concerned, she had delivered six souls, and the seventh—her own handpicked selection, no less—was ready.
Anything beyond that was her problem, not his. He snorted. Yes, it was so sad that Shizuka had to be beautiful, going everywhere with those sunglasses on.
The world is much clearer when one looks like a toad.
Tremon had some fish with sweetened soy sauce. He had some without.
The student’s soul, the teacher’s soul … Did it really matter?
Eventually, a fish would be eaten.
AUGUST
25
“Markus, what’s a dyke?”
“What?”
Markus was already in a terrible mood. Sometimes replicators had to be washed, but it was nothing compared to cleaning actual kitchen equipment. He’d suggested burning the grease off with a modified blaster, but the captain had said no.
Edwin pointed. “They said the captain was a dyke.”
Markus walked out toward the front. Arlene Herrera had come in with her asshole boyfriend, Thinh Dinh, and his friends.
“I heard you’ve been saying shit about my mother,” Markus said.
Asshole Boyfriend and his friends stopped joking. Two of them blocked the exit. One of them reached into his coat pocket.
“I’m in a bad mood right now, so don’t fucking push me.” Markus readied his shield and weapon.
Just then, Edwin walked between them.
“Markus, Mother would be really mad if she saw you use violence.” He turned to Thinh. “It’s okay to be homosexual. Homosexuality is nothing to be ashamed of.”
“Edwin!” Markus snapped.
“But there’s nothing wrong with being gay.”
“Oh, fuck! Dude, seriously, your mom?” Arlene shook her head.
Thinh’s friends started laughing.
“See! It ain’t saying shit if it’s true. Now, shut up and get me some of your shitty donuts,” Thinh said.
“What kind would you like, sir?” Edwin said.
“No.” Thinh gestured at Markus. “I want him to get them for me.”
“Markus, he wants you to get him his donuts.”
Markus glared. His father was a general of the Imperial Army.
“Markus, if you don’t serve the customers, Mother will get mad.”
“Hey! Are you retarded or something? Donuts!” Thinh said.
His friend opened the refrigerator and grabbed chocolate milks.
“I’m sorry, but you need to pay for those,” Edwin said.
Thinh dropped a twenty on the counter.