He yelled my name twice from the ground floor. Maybe even a sharp whistle. I forget which. It’s how it’s done around here. I stopped fighting it. I get it. Mexican Doorbell.
He was sending an older couple from Italy up to see me. Apparently they wanted to stay for a month. This was going to be interesting. Hopefully they spoke PigLatin.
He spoke only Italian. She knew a bit of Spanish. I love New York Pizza. He wouldn’t know a bagel if it hit him across the head. She wasn’t buying into my presentation.