Wednesday, July 12
For the last few weeks we have had no hot water at home. It is warm enough to endure cold showers and we might even save a bit of money! Sometimes to save even more money, the three of us all bundle into the shower together, three for the price of one.
But one evening something strange happened during our family shower. Over the spray of the water I heard the tinkle of the windchimes that hang above the front door. Someone had opened the door. Carlo jumped out of the shower, grabbing a small towel to wrap around his bits. He walked out of the bathroom and found a little old lady sitting on the sofa.
The old lady in question is known as the Contessa. She is in her 80's, but still dresses very elegantly with full make-up and inappropriate shoes for her age and steadiness. She tremors and shakes and mutters under her breath. She has at least 200 steps up to her apartment, but slowly, slowly she climbs those stairs every day with great dignity.
For some reason though, she was now sitting on our sofa.
“Signora?” said Carlo, dripping suds onto the floor.
“Ah, there you are,” she said, “I didn't want to disturb you, so I thought I would just wait.”
“Er, ok, so what can I do for you?”
She had come to discuss cemetarial matters,and afterwards, as she stood up to leave, a laviscious look came into her eye. She took a good long look at him, standing there wet, with a small towel around his waist. Her eyes slowly travelled over his body, and as she turned to walk out she muttered to herself loudly.
“Hmm, not bad, he's not bad at all...”
at 11:54 AM