We hadn’t been sitting for more than a minute when we caught sight of a waiter coming our way. Every time one of his ears skimmed the ceiling, it set forty or more golden earrings jangling. He was wearing a big puffy pirate shirt, tight around his enormous belly and open around his neck. An elephant-sized black patch was fastened across one eye. His hat would’ve covered our entire table, and his billowy orange pants swished with each thudding step. Part of me wanted to know more about the eye patch. But you have to be careful with eye patches. You never know when one could be real. And asking is tricky. I mean, if it’s real, and the owner takes it upon himself to prove it, you might get more than you wanted to see. Yep, some curiosities are better left unsatisfied. As he thudded closer, one extraordinary fact became clearer and clearer. “Willa,” said my dad, his voice rising a full octave. “Willa, I don’t think he’s wearing a costu—”
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