Butterfingers

He pronounced his name, ‘Gee’, like the French name, Guy. That’s what he said when I hired him as a dishwasher. But, he left the plates greasy. And, he kept breaking the glasses as they slipped through his hands. I was ready to fire him, but Gee begged me to let him cook. So, I relented. And, our food acquired an unimaginable richness. Word of mouth spread. Curious, I spied Gee at work in the kitchen. There I discovered his secret as Gee dipped his jaundiced hands into a steaming pot, and his ‘butterfingers’ melted away before my eyes.