Bread, Love and Dreams Page #5

Is it my fault that men walk after me?

If I would still have my father,

or a big brother,

the bad tongues would

be silenced quickly...

I know.

But if someone truly loves you,

send him to me, your confessor.

I will tell him how

good and clean you are.

- No, no.

- Let God bless you, Don Emidio.

Caramella.

What do your compatriots say

about the new marshal?

- That you appear to be a good man.

- Thank goodness!

They think you're nice.

Yes? Who says so?

The people.

But who precisely?

The people.

Which people?

What, "which people"? The people.

I remember that the midwife

said she liked you.

You have heard it yourself?

With my own ears.

And she said it in that tone...

"I find this marshal

very very likable!"

She exactly said: "very very likable"?

"Very,

but very, very".

I like her too, very very.

Caramella!

- Who is it?

- It's me. Can I come in?

I'm coming.

- Who is it?

- The midwife's maid.

Yes?

Annarella asks if you have the

railroad timetable for her.

- Of course, here it is.

- Thanks and good night.

What does she wants?

Annarella wants to check

the timetable of the trains,

to search connections.

- Where to?

- To Rome.

To Rome?

- For how long?

- Two or three days, as usual.

"As usual"?

Annarella goes to Rome

almost every month or so.

Last time she just returned

before your arrival.

Clean the table.

- You don't eat?

- No, I'm not hungry.

Caramella, do you know why

Annarella goes to Rome?

It is a big secret.

Seven years here already

and nobody figured her out.

I only know one thing:

Every time she returns,

she is radiant.

What do you mean?

When a young lady

obtains certain satisfactions,

her face illuminates,

her eyes get sweet,

and her voice very calm.

I understand.

If you would have seen her as I did,

you would lose your rank, marshal.

- Explain.

- As you know,

there is no bathroom in the village

and Annarella is very clean.

She takes baths in a tub.

She's a real lady.

One evening, her maid was ill

I helped her with bathing.

And you saw her...

Sure! A real beauty!

A masterwork of Mother Nature.

Spring blossom. She dived.

Her breasts, high up

and smooth. A thin waist

and a pair of legs...

two columns.

Okay, go to sleep now.

Good night.

You're in a bad mood

tonight, aren't you?

Hurry up, come on!

Come!

Take care of the donkey,

it is all we have.

If Don Concezio comes,

don't let him in.

Block the door with a table tonight.

- Keep tranquil, go.

- We will be praying all night.

Saint Antony will see

our troubles.

You should also pray to

Saint Antony all night like us.

Sure, so tomorrow instead of

searching strawberries I fall asleep!

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