My city
When I got to Todaro he got up to hand me a chair. "Did you sleep well?" he asked.
"Fine but only a little bit. We were late last night. Your Basque pelota lesson was exciting. I'm sorry for the mess we made in your room."
"Don't worry. The people at the Royal Gritti are understanding. They understand that you may want to play Jai-alai even in a Venetian palace."
"How good Mary is for putting up with us. Where is she now?"
"At Salviati's, still looking for glassware for Finca Vigia. She would like them pink."
"And a good color, pink."
"Yes, it's a nice color," said Papa. "Where's Texas-Boy?"
"He's asleep. With a two-day weekend, he can afford this luxury."
A waiter approaches: "What is the gentlemen having?" he asked.
"A Bloody Mary?" suggested Papa.
"A Bloody Mary without vodka, please," I said.
"A tomato and a Bloody Mary," Papa said to the waiter.
"So many sailboats, there must be a regatta"...
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