that serves a ship' says a proverb. Yes, better a shovel than a ship... in my case the scoop and the flask of wine, the ship and my wife."
"If he doesn't stop drinking every evening, as well as the ship he will also become the servant of the scoop."
"A fine brain... I knew she was smart. You know, I've often seen you with Hemingway. I read all of Hemingway's books because I read, and a lot, before taking my shrewish wife into my house."
I took the packet of cigarettes out of my bag. "Do you want one?" I asked.
"I drink but I don't smoke. Thanks no." Toni said. "But don't think that I don't love my wife. I love her, you just don't see her. Do you know she has a nice shawl, miss? You can see that it is a genuine Venetian shawl."
"Thanks." I said looking at the gondolas through a puff of smoke.
"She too is authentic. That's why Hemingway fell in love with her."
I tossed the cigarette, hugged my shawl, and got up. Toni looked up at me: "She's offended..." but there's nothing wrong with that." he said. "On the contrary, she should be happy. There's nothing bad..."
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