Miracle in the Rain Page #6

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- No.

No, I don't think Robert is French.

Is it?

You've gotta say "Robert,"

then it's French.

Well, it looks like a nice place.

But it doesn't sound right.

Wait a minute.

I wrote it down on a piece of paper.

That's my trouble. In a crisis,

my memory always turns into a sieve.

Well, couldn't we go someplace else?

Oh, no, you can't double cross a restaurant

after you make a reservation.

Can you imagine,

the fella even spelled it out for me.

All I remember is he had a French accent.

Oh, here it is.

Caf Normandy, that must be it.

- It certainly sounds French.

- It's the best food in town.

Dixie said they make a French pancake

that's worthy of the Nobel Prize.

Good evening.

I beg your pardon, sir.

Could I talk to you

just a minute, monsieur?

The name is Art Hugenon

and I have a reservation for two.

But I'd appreciate it

if you'd crowd a third chair up, monsieur.

- You have reservation?

- That's right.

- What is your name?

- Hugenon.

- Hugenine?

- Correct.

If it's of any interest, I had a

great-grandfather who was a French count.

- You are French count?

- Oh, not me, my great-grandfather.

Oh, I guess your grandfather

is here to sit down.

- Demetrius.

- You know Dixie Dooley, don't you?

"Dixie Dooley"? What is that?

He said you had the best French pancakes

in New York.

Who said that?

I tell you what I'll do. I'll match you.

Heads, I get my reservation...

...tails, you throw me

and my great-grandfather out into the snow.

- This your grandfather?

- Yes, on my father's side.

- Houligani?

- Correct.

Please wait.

You got a reservation

for somebody Huganof?

- No.

- No reservation?

We don't take reservations

on Saturday night, you know that.

It's a nice sort of, very mixed up,

out-of-town, you know, with his girl.

- Friend of yours.

- Sure, good friend.

Okay.

- There's a booth. I'll hold it.

- Good.

- Come in.

- Hello, mademoiselles.

Come on.

- This way, please.

- Thank you very much.

I thought for a minute that was your

father's song that fellow was playing.

I guess all those songs sound alike

till you get to know them. Thank you.

He's kind of a crazy fellow,

that maitre d', wasn't he?

- Hey, Andy.

- Be right with you, Harry.

I'll have that shot of rye, huh.

What's the matter, Harry?

You look a little pale.

- It finally happened.

- What?

One more, huh.

I've been waiting for it to happen

for years.

- Two Scotch and water.

- Coming right up.

- Bad news?

- Oh, no, no. My daughter, Ruth.

- Ruth Wood.

- Oh, what about her?

She finally came in.

I've been watching the doors for years

in all the joints I've ever played in.

- Did she see you?

- No, I'm safe.

- What do you mean you're safe?

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