Ferris Bueller's Day Off by Todd Strasser

Author:Todd Strasser [Strasser, Todd]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Tags: General, Fiction, Movie Novelization, Media Tie-In, Comedy, Action & Adventure, 80's Books, 80's Movies
ISBN: 9780451145352
Google: XKiS9Rtc45EC
Amazon: 0451145356
Publisher: Signet
Published: 1986-07-02T05:00:00+00:00

14

They went to the fancy French restaurant Sloane told them about. It was filled with potted palms, tasteful china, and soft music played in the background. Most of the clientele were business people in suits or elegant women lunching with friends. Next to their carefully groomed appearances, Ferris’s T-shirt and leather jacket stood out, but he didn’t seem to notice. He stood by a desk near the front, waiting for the maître d’ to seat him, Sloane, and Cameron. A huge bouquet of fresh flowers spilled onto the desk.

“Aren’t they beautiful?” Sloane said.

Ferris nodded. Then he pulled a rose out of the arrangement. “For you, my dear.”

Sloane curtsied. “Why, thank you.”

Cameron nudged Ferris. “You sure we can afford this place?”

“Sure, no sweat,” Ferris said, peeking into the reservation book.

The maître d’ arrived at the desk. He was about thirty-five, with slicked-back blond hair and an immaculate gray suit.

“May I help you?” he asked condenscendingly. He’d had to deal with kids like this before.

Ferris acted surprised. “You can sure as hell try. Hi! I’m Abe Frohman. Party of three for twelve noon.”

The maître d’ gave him a look.

“Is there a problem?” Ferris asked.

The maître d’ cleared his throat. “You’re Abe Frohman?”

“I’m Abe Frohman.”

“I’m sorry, son,” the maître d’ said with a chuckle. “I’m very busy right now. If you have trouble finding the door…”

Sloane tugged at Ferris’s sleeve, but he ignored her. Who did this guy think he was? “Are you suggesting that I’m not who I say I am?”

“I’m suggesting that you leave before I have to get snooty,” the maître d’ said.

Cameron nudged him. “Let’s go… Abe.”

Ferris shook his head. “I’m not going anywhere.” He turned back to the maître d’. “We’d like to be seated.”

“If you won’t leave of your own accord, I’m afraid I’ll have to call the police!”

“Be my guest,” Ferris said. Then he had an idea. He quicky grabbed the phone. “Better yet, I’ll call them myself.”

The maître d’ smiled smugly as Ferris punched the numbers on the phone. A second later the restaurant’s second line lit up and rang. The maître d’ frowned and reached for the phone in Ferris’s hand.

Ferris quickly pulled it away. “You touch me and I’ll yell ‘Rat!’ There’s another phone around here. Find it.”

The maître d’ scowled and ran for the other phone. As soon as he was out of sight, Cameron nudged Ferris again.

“Ferris,” he said in a low voice. “Let’s drop it, please?”

“Cam’s right,” Sloane said. “We’ve done enough. You’re gonna go too far and we’re gonna get busted.”

Ferris shook his head. “A: You can never go too far. And B: If I’m gonna get busted, it’s not gonna be by a guy like that.” On the phone he heard the maître d’ answer from another room. Ferris handed the receiver to Sloane. “Ask for Abe Frohman,” he whispered.

On the other end of the phone the maître d’s voice mumbled the name of the restaurant and then, “C’est qui?”

Sloane’s voice sounded quite demure as she asked, “Is

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