Umberto knows what Rebecca is bound to say:
Per me, io voglio “ravioli e un’insalata mista.”
Certain of her order, the kitchen jokes away.
He also knows full sentences escape me totally.
As he knows I’m most likely to say minestrone.
So I knew he’d cheer my gnocchi e carciofi ripeni.
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- Before I dig in
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- Ready to pass to my right
Mirella, I surmise, may have worried about my order.
Why else did she keep checking back on my pleasure?
(Like all the times she’s checked on my fair share?)
Tonight, as usual, Rebecca is thinking she is stuffed.
Un dolce?, Umberto suggests. We say just the decaf.
Then Mirella offers gelato con fragole, and we cave.
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- Our last two courses arrive together, American style.