Just South of Rome
“‘Thank you.’ I was pleased at the ease with which I accepted the compliment. My reaction to flattery was usually rather gauche. ‘I’m sorry I’m late, I fell asleep.’ Umberto, Rosella and Natale were at their customary table and Umberto leapt to his feet. ‘Ah, bella bella signorina Jane.’ He pounced on my hand, kissed it and dragged me over to the others. ‘Come, come, you sit with us. What you like to drink?’ My look to Stefano said Must we?, and thankfully he came to my rescue. ‘Why don’t we tak...e our drinks into the dining room,’ he suggested, ‘before it gets crowded?’ ‘Yes, that’s a good idea. I’ll have a gin and tonic, thanks, Sarina. Hello, Rosella, Natale.’ ‘Buonasera,’ Natale half rose from the table and gave a bob while Rosella looked admiringly up at me.
‘You are make-up,’ she said. ‘You eyes is beautiful.’ ‘Thank you, Rosella, what a lovely colour.’ She was in peacock blue tonight.
Stefano handed me my gin and tonic, surprisingly cold with a generous serve of ice.MoreLess
‘You are make-up,’ she said. ‘You eyes is beautiful.’ ‘Thank you, Rosella, what a lovely colour.’ She was in peacock blue tonight.
Stefano handed me my gin and tonic, surprisingly cold with a generous serve of ice.MoreLess
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