As Peppi was the only one dining by himself, Marcello paid extra attention to him so that he wouldnât feel alone amidst the hubbub.
Later, when Peppi was finishing and there was a quiet moment in the restaurant, Marcello brought out two cups of espresso and sat down at the table with him. He slid one cup over to Peppi and kept the other for himself.
âI need a little break,â he told Peppi, taking a teaspoon of sugar and dumping it into his cup. Then he added another spoonful, and then another.
âYouâve earned it,â said Peppi with a smile. âYou work hard.â
âEverybody works hard,â sighed Marcello. âWe all take our turns. Thatâs just the way of things.â
âItâs a good way,â said Peppi.
Marcello took a sip of espresso. âSo tell me, Signor Peppino, how is it that you speak our language so well, and what brings you all the way across the ocean from America to my little trattoria?â
âI was hungry,â said Peppi with a shrug.
Marcello burst out in laughter. âWell, I hope it was worth the trip!â he exclaimed. âTell everybody else to do the same when you go back to America.â
âIâm not going back to America,â said Peppi. âIâm going back to live in Abruzzo where I grew up.â
âChe pazzo!â cried Marcello. âYou give up living in America to come back here? What are you, crazy?â
Peppi smiled and took a sip of his espresso. âThatâs the same question everyone back home kept asking me. Now that Iâve come back to Italy, people are still asking.â
âThatâs because itâs a good question, my friend,â said Marcello, wagging his finger at him. Then he broke out in another great smile. âOf course, if youâre going to be staying, thatâs a good reason to go get some new shoes.â He was just about to tell Peppi where to find the best shoes in Rome, but then one of the other patrons called to him to order a second bottle of wine.
CHAPTER SEVEN
The train for Sulmona pulled out of Termini a few minutes past noon. Peppi had spent the few extra dollars needed to sit in a first class compartment. It would be a long trip and he wanted to be comfortable. Besides, it would be easier to keep an eye on his luggage, particularly the case containing his bicycle, which was far more valuable to him than the combined contents of the other two suitcases. For the time being, Peppi had the compartment all to himself, so he settled into his seat and passed the time by staring out the window at the flat, uninteresting landscape. Before long his eyes grew heavy and he dozed off.
When he awoke, Peppi discovered that he had been joined by two other passengers. One was an attractive young woman. Sitting one seat over on Peppiâs side of the compartment, she flipped through the pages of a fashion magazine. Across from her sat a young, smartly dressed businessman. The young man, Peppi noted with amusement, was pretending to scan the headlines of the financial news while periodically looking up in the hope of catching the young womanâs eye. For her part, the young woman never so much as glanced his way, completely ignoring the young man in that maddening and devastating way that only Italian women know how to do.
Peppi sat up straight and gave a little yawn. To the consternation of the young man, the young woman turned and smiled at the older gentleman.
âIâm sorry, Signore,â she said, pulling her belongings closer to her to make more space for Peppi. âI hope I didnât disturb you.â
âNot at all, Signorina,â answered Peppi. âFar worse things can happen to an old man than to wake up and find a beautiful young lady sitting beside him.â
The young woman beamed. The young man fumed.
Peppi smiled and turned to look out the window as the train clattered along. The landscape had changed dramatically, the