I like nosey Italians. But my Italian true love doesn’t.
That especially goes for an elderly couple. In her condominium. When my true
love starts her car in the morning, they invariably come out on their balcony.
To observe or spy on her. Or so she thinks. That bothers her. But I’m amused. I
laugh. I like the couple. They’re funny. I call the woman the ‘crab lady.’
Because she complains. About lots of things. When I’m there, I wave to the crab lady. And
smile. Why not? I like nosey Italians. Because they are curious. They wonder
about me. The strange Americano. Living with the most beautiful woman in Sardinia. –Jim
Broede
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