when it’s wrapped around a tree branch ten feet above your head.
Cal
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To: Cal Langdon <[email protected]>
Fr: Mark Levine <[email protected]>
Re: Benvenuto
She’s not like that.
And she already has a boyfriend, anyway.
So get over yourself, fathead.
Mark
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To: Mark Levine <[email protected]>
Fr: Cal Langdon <[email protected]>
Re: Benvenuto
Fathead. Harsh.
Cal
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To: Cal Langdon <[email protected]>
Fr: Mark Levine <[email protected]>
Re: Benvenuto
Seriously. ARE you seeing anyone—anyone SPECIAL—these days?
Mark
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To: Mark Levine <[email protected]>
Fr: Cal Langdon <[email protected]>
Re: Benvenuto
They’re all special, my friend.
But special enough to shackle myself to her for the rest of eternity, the way you’re doing?
No.
But your concern for my romantic well-being is, as always, greatly appreciated.
Cal
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To: Cal Langdon <[email protected]>
Fr: Mark Levine <[email protected]>
Re: Benvenuto
Look, it’s just that I know how tough things were for you after—
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To: Mark Levine <[email protected]>
Fr: Cal Langdon <[email protected]>
Re: Benvenuto
Oh, look. The hotel. Stop e-ing me, please.
Cal
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RICEVUTA TAXI-ROMA
Percoso:
Da… Fiumacino A… Hotel Alexander
Firma
Importo Corsa 80.00 Euro
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Benvenuto al nostro albergo!
(Welcome to our Hotel!)
Gentile Ospite,
Nel porgerLe il nostro cordiale benevuto, abbiamo pensato fe FarLe cosa gradita offrendoLe, al suo arrivo, un assaggio di acqua dalle proprietaria salutari.
Dear Guest,
We wish to express our warmest welcome to our hotel. Given our genuine care for our Guests, we invite you to enjoy the healthy qualities of this bottled water.
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Travel Diary of Jane Harris
Travel Diary of
Jane Harris
We’re HERE!!!!!!!! At the hotel, I mean.
It’s the sweetest little place, tucked into a side street that isn’t wide enough to let a car coming from the other way pass by. And packed with people! I thought it was a pedestrian walkway and that the taxi driver was going the wrong way. But it turned out it was the Via di Buffalo, which is the street our hotel is on.
Still, it was kind of scary when those Italian school kids kept knocking on the car windows. I wonder what the driver yelled at them to make them run away like that. This is what comes of not having enough social programs for young people. Those kids should have had something better to do on a Saturday than stand around the Via di Buffalo, knocking on tourists’ car door windows.
Not that I want to tell another country how it ought to be bringing up its children, or anything. But still.
All I wanted to do was get to my room and take a nap, but Cal had to start arguing with the taxi driver when he saw the receipt. He said over his dead body was he paying 80 euros for a ride from the airport and that the taxi driver might think he could bilk the tourists that way, but that he, Cal, had been to Rome before, and he knew the fare from the airport wasn’t a cent over 40 euros. In English. Which it turned out the driver perfectly understood. And after a lot of grousing, he finally agreed that 40 euros would do.
So it’s good Mark invited Cal along with us. I guess.
