Part 21 (2/2)
Next day I took my jumpbuggy over to New Canaveral.
(Omitted) -planned Maison Long. Llita had meant to blitz me. I'm sentimental, and she knew it and had set the stage. When I got there, the shutters were closed, early-and their two older kids were farmed out for the night and baby Laura was asleep. Joe let me in, told me to go on back; he had our dinner on the range and would be along in a minute. So I went back to their living quarters to find Llita.
I found her-dressed in sarong and sandals I had given her not an hour after I had bought her. Instead of the sophisticated face-do she now used so well, she was wearing no makeup at all and had her hair simply parted and hanging straight down, to her waist or longer, and brushed till it shone. But this was not the frightened, ignorant slave who had to be taught how to bathe; this serenely beautiful young lady was clean as a sterilized scalpel, and was scented with some perfume which may have been named Spring Breezes but should have been called Justifiable Rape and sold only under doctor's prescription.
She posed just long enough for me to take this in, then swarmed over me, hit me with a kiss that matched her perfume.
By the time she let me go, Joe had joined us-dressed in breechclout and sandals.
But I did not let it go sentimental; I riposted sharply, stopping only to accept one-tenth that much kiss from Joe, said nothing about their costumes, and at once started explaining that business deal. When Llita caught what I was talking about, she s.h.i.+fted from s.e.xy siren to sharp businesswoman, listened intently, ignored her stage setting and costuming, and asked the right questions.
Once she said, ”Aaron, I sniff a mouse. You told us to be free, and we've tried to be-and that's why we sent you that draft. I can add figures; we owe owe you that money. We don't have to have the biggest restaurant in New Canaveral. We're happy, the children are healthy, we're making money.” you that money. We don't have to have the biggest restaurant in New Canaveral. We're happy, the children are healthy, we're making money.”
”And working too hard,” I answered.
”Not all that hard. Though a bigger restaurant would mean even more work. But the point is: You seem to be buying us again. That's all right if you wish to-you are the only master we would ever accept. Is that your intention, sir? If so, please say so. Be frank with us.”
I said, ”Joe, will you hold her while I wallop her? For using that dirty word? Llita, you are wrong on both counts. A bigger restaurant means less less work. And I'm not buying you; this is a business deal in which I expect a fat profit. I'm betting on Joe's genius as a chef, plus your genius for pinching pennies without cutting quality. If I don't make money, I'll exercise my option to liquidate, get my investment back, and you can go back to running a lunch counter. If you fail I won't prop you up.” work. And I'm not buying you; this is a business deal in which I expect a fat profit. I'm betting on Joe's genius as a chef, plus your genius for pinching pennies without cutting quality. If I don't make money, I'll exercise my option to liquidate, get my investment back, and you can go back to running a lunch counter. If you fail I won't prop you up.”
”Brother?” She called him that in the dialect of their childhood. It signified to me that the lodge was tyled for executive session at the highest degree, as they were most careful not to call each other ”Brother” or ”Sister” in any language, especially in front of the children. J.A. was sometimes ”Brother” in English-never his father Joe. Minerva, I don't recall that Landfall had laws against incest-it did not have many laws. But there was a strong taboo against it, and I had carefully indoctrinated them. Half the battle with any culture is knowing its taboos.
Joe looked thoughtful. ”I can cook. Can you manage it, Sis?”
”I can try. Of course we'll try it if you want us to, Aaron. I'm not sure we can make a go of it, and it does look like more work to me. I'm not complaining, Aaron, but we are already working about as hard as we can.”
”I know you are. I don't see how Joe found time to knock you up.”
She shrugged and said, ”That doesn't take long. And it will be a long time-I've just barely caught-before I'll have to take time off. J.A. is old enough to handle the cashbox when I do. But not in a big fancy restaurant.”
I answered, ”Wench, you're thinking in terms of a lunchroom. Now listen, and learn how to make more money with less work and more time off.
”We may not open Maison Long until after you have this baby; we can't set this up overnight. We must sell or lease this place-which means finding buyers who can keep it out of the red; it's always expensive to have to take a place back.
”We must find a suitable property in the right neighborhood, for sale or lease with option to buy. I may buy it and rent it to the corporation, so as not to tie up too much of the corporation's capital in senior financing. Find the place, remodel it probably, redecorate it certainly. Money for fixtures. Not much for squeeze; I know where the bodies are buried in this burg, and I won't hold still for excessive squeeze.
”But, my dear, you will not not be on the cashbox; we'll hire help, and I'll set it up so that they can't steal. be on the cashbox; we'll hire help, and I'll set it up so that they can't steal. You You will be moving around, looking pretty, smiling at people-and keeping your eye on everything. But you'll do this only at lunch and dinner. Call it six hours a day.” will be moving around, looking pretty, smiling at people-and keeping your eye on everything. But you'll do this only at lunch and dinner. Call it six hours a day.”
Joe looked startled; Llita blurted out, ”But, Aaron, we always open up as soon as we're back from market and stay open late. Otherwise you lose so much trade.”
”I'm sure you work that hard; this draft proves it. And that's why you think getting pregnant 'doesn't take long.' But it should should 'take long,' dear. Work is not an end in itself; there must always be time enough for love. Tell me-When you caught J.A. in the 'Libby', were you rushed? Or did did you have time to enjoy it?” 'take long,' dear. Work is not an end in itself; there must always be time enough for love. Tell me-When you caught J.A. in the 'Libby', were you rushed? Or did did you have time to enjoy it?”
”Oh, goodness!” Her nipples suddenly crinkled. ”Those were wonderful days!”
”There will be wonderful days again. Gather ye rosebuds, time is still a-flying. Or have you lost interest?”
She looked indignant. ”Captain, you know me better than that.”
”Joe? Slowing down, son?”
”Well . . we do work long hours. Sometimes I'm pretty tired.”
”Let's change that. This will not be a lunchroom; this is going to be a high-priced gourmet restaurant of a quality this planet has never seen. Remember that place I took you kids for dinner just before we lifted from Valhalla? That sort. Soft lights and soft music and wonderful food and high prices. A wine cellar but no hard liquor; our patrons must not have their tastebuds numbed.
”Joe, you will still go to market each morning; selecting top-quality food is something you can't delegate. But don't take Llita and do take J.A. if he's going to learn the profession.”
”I sometimes take him now.”
”Good. Then come home and go to bed again; you're through until you cook dinner. Not lunch.”
”Huh?”
”That's right. Your number two chef handles lunch, then helps with dinner, your big moneymaking meal. Llita is hostess both for lunch and dinner but keeps an especially sharp eye on quality at lunch, Joe, since you won't be in the kitchen. But she never goes to market and should still be in bed when you get back from market-did I say that your quarters will be attached, just as now? You'll both be off duty two or three hours in the afternoon-just right for the sort of siesta you used to grab in the 'Libby.' In fact, if you two can't find time under that regime both for sleep and plenty of happy play-But you can.”
”It sounds grand,” Llita conceded, ”if we can make a living with those hours-”
”You can. A better living. But instead of trying to get every buck, Llita, your object will be to maintain top quality while not losing money . . and enjoy enjoy life.” life.”
”We will. Aaron, our beloved . . captain and friend, since I must not say that 'dirty' word, we enjoyed life even as children when I had to wear that horrid virgin's basket-because it was so sweet to snuggle together all the long nights. When you bought us-and freed us-and I didn't have to wear it, life was perfect. I didn't think it could be better-though it will be, when we don't have to choose between sleep and trying to stay awake for loving. Uh, you may not believe this since you know what a rutty wench I am-but lots of times sleep won.”
”I believe it. Let's change it.”
”But-No breakfast trade at all? Aaron, some of our breakfast customers have been coming to us the whole time we've been on Landfall.”
”Net profit?”
”Well . . not much. People won't pay as much for breakfast even though materials sometimes cost as much. I've been satisfied with a very small net on breakfast. Advertising. I'd hate to tell our regulars that we won't serve them any longer.”
”Details, dear. You can have a breakfast bar in one corner and not open the main dining room-but Joe won't cook breakfasts, and neither will you. You'll be in bed with Joe at that hour-so that your eyes will sparkle at lunch.”
”J.A. knows breakfast dishes,” put in Joe. ”I started him on breakfasts.”
”Details again. Maybe we'll work out a deal with my G.o.dson whereby he makes money of his own, if the breakfast bar makes money-”
(Omitted) ”-sum it up. Take notes, Llita. I agree to accept this draft while you two-especially you you, Llita-agree that it settles forever any debt between us. Maison Long to be a closely held corporation, fifty-one per cent to you two, forty-nine percent to me, all three of us directors, and we can't sell stock save to each other-except that I retain option to change all or part of my share to nonvoting stock, in which case I can a.s.sign it.
”My share of the initial financing is this draft. Your share is what we get for this lunchroom-”
”Hold it,” said Llita. ”We might not be able to sell for that much.”
”Details, dear. Stick in a paragraph to let you pay the corporation any discrepancy out of your net-and there will indeed be a net; I don't stick with a business that doesn't make money, I always cut my losses. Let's have another paragraph that permits me to supply more capital, if needed, by buying nonvoting stock-and we'll use something like that to hang onto our top help, too. Not have Joe train a chef and then have him walk out. Never mind, let's get the outlines straight. You two are the bosses; I'm silent partner. Salaries for you two on the scale we discussed, escalating with rise in net, as discussed.
”I don't get a salary, just dividends. But we all will be working our tails off to get this rolling. I'll come in from Skyhaven as necessary; there's nothing going on there now that my overseer can't handle. But once it's rolling, I do nothing nothing; I sit back and let you two make us rich. But-listen carefully-once it's rolling, you two must stop working your your tails off, too. More time in bed. More time for fun out of bed. You won't make us rich working lunchroom hours. Have we reached a meeting of minds?” tails off, too. More time in bed. More time for fun out of bed. You won't make us rich working lunchroom hours. Have we reached a meeting of minds?”
”I think so,” agreed Joe. ”Sis?”
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