Sort of. Well, could be better, actually.” Lee chattered on, obviously missing
the strain that Eduardo was sure was etched on his face. “Patrick works long
hours on inventing new recipes, suppliers keep putting up their prices, I’m
getting tired of living on economy frozen mince, yadda yadda. But we’re
gradually building a good reputation. These things take time, or so I try to
tell my friend and employer. When he’s not slicing and dicing exotic fruits
into boozy concoctions, rather than eking me out another few quid for
promotion.” Lee paused for a moment, peering at Eduardo’s face and tousled
hair. He winced sympathetically. “Another unsuccessful audition? I bet you
forgot what I suggested last time about a new image. With your colouring, you could
go for the Ultra Cool Summer Blondhair dye, and a more Swedish style,
right? There have to be plenty of parts on TV nowadays for thatlook,
what with all those subtitled Scandinavian thrillers with grey-faced detectives