Ешь, молись, люби

Chapter 28

           Andeveryyear,onceayear,foraslongashelived,theFrenchsculptorwhohadcapturedtheminmarbleduringtheirprimewouldcometoRomeandtakethesistersouttolunch,wheretheywouldreminiscetogetheraboutthedayswhentheywereallsoyoungandbeautifulandwild.

           SoGiovanniparksthere,andwaitsformetogetaholdofmyself.AllIcandoispresstheheelsofmypalmsagainstmyeyes,tryingtopushthetearsbackin.Wehaveneveroncehadapersonalconversation,meandGiovanni.Allthesemonths,allthesedinnerstogether,allwehaveevertalkedaboutisphilosophyandartandcultureandpoliticsandfood.Weknownothingofeachother’sprivatelives.HedoesnotevenknowthatIamdivorcedorthatIhaveleftlovebehindinAmerica.IdonotknowathingabouthimexceptthathewantstobeawriterandthathewasborninNaples.Mycrying,though,isabouttoforceawholenewlevelofconversationbetweenthesetwopeople.Iwishitwouldn’t.Notunderthesedreadfulcircumstances.

           Hesays,"I’msorry,butIdon’tunderstand.Didyoulosesomethingtoday?"

           ButI’mstillhavingtroublefiguringouthowtotalk.Giovannismilesandsaysencouragingly,"Parlacomemagni."HeknowsthisisoneofmyfavoriteexpressionsinRomandialect.Itmeans,"Speakthewayyoueat,"or,inmypersonaltranslation:"Sayitlikeyoueatit."It’sareminder-whenyou’remakingabigdealoutofexplainingsomething,whenyou’researchingfortherightwords-tokeepyourlanguageassimpleanddirectasRomanfood.Don’tmakeabigproductionoutofit.Justlayitonthetable

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