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Maggio went out walking with her blind husband, Gennaio, in the garden with the pear tree where she had arranged to meet her lover, Damiano. As they approached the pear tree, she expressed a desire to eat a piece of fruit. “What I wouldn’t give for a nice pear now!” “Tesoro, do let me climb …
Sabi had been away on business in the north. When she got to Raff’s place, he was out, so she phoned him on his mobile. “Where are you, amore?” “At the Poly. – Where are you?” “Sitting on your bed.” “With or without your undies?” “Porco[1], when are you coming home?” Sabi hung up. As …
Chevalier de Seingult[1] had a saying that an affair consisted of four acts. The first act was like the entrée or solicitation, the second act was like a further hors d’oeuvre in anticipation of the primo and the secondo. Of course, these culinary metaphors were not always appropriate. In the case of Signorina Teresa Imer, …
A rich merchant by the name of Mercutio was called away on business during the early winter months. When snow began to fall on the ground, the mountain pass became blocked, causing delay to Mercutio’s return. On his return Mercutio found his wife had taken to her bed. “What is the matter, my love? Are …
The little fishing port of Sinus on the Sorrento coast still retains its Roman roots, but as no one has ever found any ruins there, it has never earned the mark of a tourist destination. Up a winding track, some several kilometres from Sinus is the Rustico. The Rustico is an old converted farmhouse, shaded …
After taking early retirement from his job on the council, at fifty, Gregorio was beginning to feel that nothing very much was going on in his life. One evening, on a whim, and while his wife was away on business, he arranged to meet his ex. They had not seen each other for more than …
It was the beginning of the asparagus season. The old man, as was his custom, drove to an area, not far from town, where he knew the best wild asparagus grew. There, among the drystone walls and prickly pears, the old man bumped into a lady of a certain age. Her name was Irena. “I …
It had been raining all day long in Venice when the penitent stepped inside the confessional and sneezed. “Bless you, child.” The penitent was silent. “Child, do you have a confession?” “Padre,” said the penitent, “I do not have much time. I left the brodo on the boil. No one is at home to skim …
The Count was on his death bed with his whole life before him. While he saw clearly his many faults and weaknesses, when the priest was summoned, he had no desire to speak to him. “I see your heart is heavy, figliolo.” “My heart may be heavy,” said the Count, “But it is light with …
Russian by birth, Emma was the wife of a rich Milanese industrialist, Eduardo Ugolini, by whom she had three children. Her middle son’s name was Eduardo jr. Eduardo’s best friend was Antonio. Antonio was from a poor family, with no significant connections, other than Eduardo’s enthusiasm for his talents as a cook. The Ugolinis were …