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An Attempt at Hemingway
“So, does it say, “Never have I ever wanted you to tie me up?””
I leaned across the table to read the question.
“You twisted it” I said.
“I what?”
“You changed it; I don’t see any “you” in there.”
“No, it is what the question says”.
“Alright, your response?” I asked.
She took a drink, reached over, and twisted some hair on my arm.
Noticing the tattoo on her forearm I asked, “What does the pepper mean?”
“Ah, mio cornicello?” pointing to her tattoo.
“That’s the one” I said.
“It’s the symbol of Napoli.”
“Che carino.” I responded.
The waiter came with the plate of charcuterie and fromage. As he was setting it on our table, Luda asked me, “Have you ever had a Negroni?”
“A drink?”
“Certo.”
“No, never.”
“Ok, you will have one” she asserted, “Monsieur, vous pouvez faire un Negroni?”
“Bien sur, Mademoiselle” the waiter responded.
“Parfait, on va prendre deux.”
