The following story, PF, is written down by Ruber Salami. He tells the story way better than this professor could. Keep in mind that Salami’s return takes place a day before he invaded Dr. Zauberer’s party, in search for his clock parts.
A typical day for me, Ruber Salami, is usually this:
I’m up at the crack of dawn (around 4AM) and I get dressed in me blue suit and brown shoes. I also pull the red hair back into a ponytail, eh?
Me food place is a huge establishment, ever since Mortimer Butterfield started helping me out. We attract people from all over the land. I don’t really do any of the cooking now. I’m just the manager.
Now this food place is huge. And I mean, huge! In the lobby, it’s more like a hotel. And there’s cuisines from all over the world in the food place. That’s multiple restaurants, all in one building. Me job is to make sure guests know which elevator to take to reach which restaurant, and all that.
So, I’m usually at work early.
On me way today, though, I stopped by me dad’s hut.
He wasn’t home.
But I still went in.
I was about to leave, when I heard the familiar sound of dad’s blue minivan. Once you hear that horrid engine, you won’t forget it.
The door swung open, and dad entered—with a young woman!
She wasn’t overly tall, she had red hair—like dad and me—and she had large, circular glasses. Glory be!
What the heck was going on, eh?
“Ruber,” Salami said, “meet your new sister, Sandra.”
I was shocked down to the bottom of me boots
“She’s studying ta be a doctor,” Salami said, happily. “I want you ta take her ta work with you. Give her a place to study, and give her a job. Now do it!”
Five minutes later, Sandra and I were walking to the food place. (Everything is in walking distance, usually.)
This is a habit with dad. He adopted Lucini Pavarinni, my younger brother, supposedly. Though, he doesn’t have red hair. He’s a lawyer. Or supposed to be one. I think he’s as crooked as the grave. And Sandra is going to be a doctor. Glory be.
“You own a restaurant?” Sandra asked.
It was a meek voice.
What had dad done now?