He cooked cheap lunch meals for blue-color workers. Cracking the eggs, he used his other hand and flew an omlette over his head. In the counter seats the customers thought of their family waiting at home. He bent over me. I saw each tooth cleansed well and white and narrow. Brother, he said. What do you want today? And on the wall there were letters of his handwritten menu in brush. A security guard in uniform took off his cap with his old hand very exhausted. The Best Omelette in the Country said the menu in fast brush letters.