All Roads Lead to Rome Page #3

I'll bring some food

and something to drink.

Wine, that's ok?

Sure. Sure.

Amarone?

Oh.

Grazie. Prego.

"Actually, we were

divorced last year."

"Oh, I'm sorry

to hear that, baby."

What?

No.

Honey, no. No.

He's...

He's being polite.

By sexing you?

Ah.

I'm fairly certain he isn't,

and, um, sexing people

is a form of politeness here.

Ciao.

Ciao.

Ah.

This is my darling Valentina.

Maggie and summer.

I will wake mamma as well

so she can meet you.

You remember Carmen?

Non possibile.

Grazie, Antonio.

Grazie, Antonio.

It gets worse and worse.

And now she tries to run away.

Lucky she does not drive,

otherwise, I would have to lock

the garage as well.

Buongiorno, Carmen.

Her memory is not so good.

Excuse me one second.

Sei L'Americana.

S.

S, L'Americana.

Ciao.

Ciao.

Well, it's wonderful to see

how your art has developed.

Oh, no, these pieces are

just rustic for tourists.

In the village,

I have a small shop.

In Firenze, I have a gallery.

"Fine art ceramics."

For collectors with

more money than sense.

Would you like to see my studio?

Oh, we should probably

head back, right?

No, no. You go ahead.

I'll watch mamma for you.

All right, I'll just take

a very fast look around, ok?

Where's the garage?

Whatever, dude.

I'll find it myself.

Whoa. My studio.

Incredible.

Do you like it?

Yeah, it's...

It's fantastic.

Ah, yes, the trophy wall.

I draw inspiration from

all kinds of people.

But largely female

and attractive.

You are really living the dream.

Sure, I do.

And the journalism?

Journalism? Mm.

I teach journalism... Mm.

At city college.

You know, just between

now and, um,

my next Pulitzer.

Of course.

So you have the career,

a wonderful daughter...

I have a wonderful daughter

with radical anarchist leanings.

And I, um...

I have an ex-husband

who has lawyered himself

out of his alimony,

and, uh, whatever

meager free time I have

I spend perfecting

my online sudoku game.

Oh.

Awesome.

You help me, I help you.

Whatever, grandma.

Let's get out of here.

Those are pretty colors.

Ah.

This is great.

Maggie. Sweet.

I just wanted to say that,

after all these years,

I'm very happy to see you again.

Oh!

Oh, my god. It's ok. It's ok.

It's ok. Maggie.

Oh, god. I'm so, so sorry.

I'm so sorry.

My god.

Summer!

She took my mamma.

I don't under...

Where are they going?

I don't know. Call her.

I can't call her. She

doesn't have a phone.

A teenage girl with no phone?

I... i sort of confiscated it.

You stole her phone?

Let me drive.

No, no. I'm ok to drive.

Are you sure? Yes.

I hope mamma can take all this.

You know her heart

is not very strong.

I'm sorry. It's my fault.

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