Piove, another house, another lunch
"It's raining". I walk everywhere, but absolutely hate walking in the rain. "What are we going to do all day?" I asked Joe. "You know what Antonio would say," he responded. On what sadly became the farewell tour with Joe's sister, she asked this rain-day question of Antonio, the bartender at my friend's hotel in Sorrento. We all love Antonio. He smiled slyly, splayed his hands and shrugged his shoulders, saying, "If you are at home with an Italian man and can't go outside, well...." To which Mary wittily responded, "Then why do you have just one kid, Antonio? It hasn't rained much?" Even the proud macho Antonio got a laugh out of that! But Mary had a way of making anyone around her smile. And now Vincenzo just called Joe to join him on an errand, so "problem" solved. They took off, and later, so did I, to buy butter for making chocolate chip cookies. They saw me walking home as they drove back, and Vincenz