Christopher Columbus High School - Anchor Yearbook (Bronx, NY)

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FIRST joia Bob was fifteen minutes early. joe wouldn't like that. Timing was the most im- portant factor in their plan. Bob stopped under the traiiic light where Joe would pick him up in his new car. He had a feeling that he was being watched, but why would anybody want to watch him? No one knew what he was going to do. He had never done anything like this before. That was why joe had picked him out. His picture wasn't in the police files or in any newspapers. Nobody would ever remember having seen him before. He turned slowly, feeling tight in all the muscles of his powerful seventeen year old body. He looked up and down the street. Then he felt better. The eyes he had felt watching him belonged to a cook frying eggs on a grill in a short-order joint. The smell of frying bacon made Bob hungry. He went in and sat at the counter. He had a clear view of the corner. It was thirteen minutes now. When Joe stopped, Bob would step into the car, and they would be off just like any two men going to work. This was his first job and with an old-timer like joe, that was luck. joe had this job worked out to the smallest detail. Nothing could possibly backfire. Give me two two-minute eggs, orange juice, and black coffee, said a voice beside him as a little fat man sat down on a stool. Bob jumped in fear. Then he settled back. What was he afraid of? He ordered juice, coffee, and a couple of medium eggs. The counterman served the fat man first. Ten minutes more now, Bob thought. He finished his juice. Then he thought, Why is the cook watching the corner? Bob smiled a little and looked back at the cook. The cook dropped his eyes from the window in front of him. He couldn't know. What a fool I was to come in here, Bob thought. joe was right. I shouldn't have come early. Sweat stood out on his forehead. The cook was watching the corner again. Something was up. Something must be wrong. He looked at his watch. Two minutes more. joe would pull up in the car any second now. Bob took out his handkerchief and wiped his face. Anything wrong? the fat man asked. Bob jumped. Oh, no, just sitting too close to the stove, I guess. He looked out the window. joe's car was at the curb, and the cook was looking straight at him. Bob's muscles tightened he watched the minute hand make its way past the time. When Bob failed to show, joe drove off. Bob didn't move. Timing. That was what joe had always said. They would have to get there at exactly the right moment for this job. One minute off and it would be no-go. Well, that would be the way with Bob from now on. No-go. No more jobs like that. He paid his check and made himself walk out the door slowly. He would get a job, not joe's kind of job-a real job. No big money, maybe, but a chance to laugh and joke with regular guys. No running away. No shame. No wondering when people looked at him. He opened his mouth and breathed in the clear morning air. Back in the restaurant the fat man was still eating. I d0n't get eggs like this at home, he said. What's your secret? The cook looked out the window and then smiled at the fat man. No secret. just a traffic light. For a soft-boiled egg it takes three changes from green to red. For medium eggs it's four switches from green to red, and six switches for hard-boiled. It's all a matter of timing. STEVEN KRIEGSMAN YEARBGOK DAEFYNITION S A jingle-A clumsy piece of gossip At the Helm-The Editorial Bored Senior Poll-Good Politicians Camera Shy-Explosive Types LESLIE STEINHAUSE