The Bride Wore Red Page #6

Brodo caldo, perhaps.

'And then, uh, perhaps,

frittata ponerte.'

I'd like that, yes.

'And then, a salad.'

Yes, a salad.

Thank you, signorina.

Rudi, while we're here,

let's climb to the pines

once in the early morning.

They're supposed to be at their

very best as the sun comes up.

You know,

it's a very funny thing.

And if the sun comes up,

I'm at my very worst.

Darling, in all the years

we've been coming here

and all the time

we've been in love

you've never asked Rudi

to get up at dawn

to see a pine tree.

Please don't start now.

Yes, sir,

it's a very funny thing.

You just said that, admiral.

We're ready

for the next sentence.

I know that, young lady.

I know well.

Then by all means, father,

ask her to coffee with us.

- I'm sure she's very nice.

- Well, of course.

It's a very long time

since we met.

It must be years and years.

She's 21 if she's a day.

Do you doubt my word,

young lady?

Waiter.

Something on which to write.

You see that lady

at the table alone?

By the window.

Signorina Vivaldi?

Of course. Vivaldi.

That was her name.

Vivaldi.

Give her this.

The flag goes up.

Uh, pardon, signorina.

I was to give you this.

The flag comes down.

Would the signorina care

for some hearts of artichokes?

Stuffed egg?

Yes, please.

Some celery?

Work from the outside in,

signorina.

I'm sure the signorina

will enjoy her coffee here.

Is there anything else

I can do for the signorina?

No, thank you.

And thanks for everything.

Good evening, signorina.

Good evening, postman.

Or are you the official

village flute player at night?

No, signorina.

But that is your

grandfather's flute, isn't it?

And his father's before him.

Have you any reason

for making fun of me?

I'm not making fun of you.

Tell me why did the music

go away? I liked it.

The dancing will start soon

in the hotel.

And besides,

they preferred to go away.

Tonight there's

stars and a moon.

And a picnic.

What do you do on a picnic?

The signorina never been to one?

Unh-unh.

We walk in the night air.

In the summer, we swim, in

the winter, we ride in sleighs.

We have a basket of food to eat

when we grow hungry.

Sausage, beer and cheese

on wet grass.

Oh, I shouldn't like that.

Cold chicken and wine.

And when the grass is wet

it smells of the earth,

and the rain.

And you sing and play and..

...make love to your girl?

Are you in love, postman?

'No.'

I'm surprised. Why not?

- 'Too busy perhaps?'

- Is the signorina in love?

That's none of you business.

Exactly, signorina.

It's none of my business.

And why is it

that you feel privileged

to question and examine me

as if I were a three legged cow?

Pardon me

if I have offended you.

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