Under The Tuscan Sun Page #8
They built it because they knew
for the evening.
Yes.
I think you're right.
Signora.
Please stop being so sad.
If you continue like this,
I will be forced
to make love to you.
And I've never been unfaithful
to my wife.
Buonanotte, signora.
Yes.
Buonanotte, Signor Martini.
Grazie.
Prego.
A train track through the Alps
before there was a train.
to have faith.
Something I've never been good
at, and now I'm even worse at.
Not that I don't want faith.
I'm jealous of the believers.
But as a fallen-away Methodist,
I do not expect to emerge
from all of this a Catholic,
although I admit some
interior juggling is going on.
To my surprise, I have become
friendly with Mary.
It started the night she stood
by me through the storm,
knowing full well
I'm not a Catholic.
Yet, somehow, she seems more
like Mary, my favorite aunt,
than Santa Maria.
Aunt Mary is everywhere here,
that all things will go on
as they have before.
Buon Natale.
Buon Natale.
This is my wife, Flora.
Oh!
And my daughter, Stella.
Stella, buon Natale.
Bellissima.
What a beautiful family.
Wow.
so I have a gift for you.
It is San Lorenzo.
He is the patron saint of cooks.
Apparently, he was martyred on a
grill and seared until he said,
"Turn me over.
I'm done on this side."
No!
Yes. And now he is
Oh!
he will help you find
someone to cook for.
Thank you, Signor Martini.
Merry Christmas, Signora.
Buon Natale.
My prayers to San Lorenzo
were quickly answered.
I realized I already
had someone to cook for.
Plenty of someones.
- Bravo!
- Ahh!
- Bravo!
- Bravo!
Bravo!
Aah!
Aah!
- Good.
- See, Frances? Italian is easy.
No!
Aah! Aah! Aah!
Have you talked to her yet?
Si.
I have talked to her.
Why don't you go
sit next to her? Go on.
Okay.
Katherine!
Francesca!
Come up!
I'm having my portrait painted.
Katherine?
Come through.
I'm in here.
Oh.
- I'll come back another time.
- Why? You don't bother me.
Frances, this is Zeus.
He's an art student
from Macedonia.
He's staying with me while
he's studying the Tuscan light.
More vino, darling.
Hmm.
He's not bad.
He's not good, either.
Look, I'm going to go,
but I'll come back another time.
Oh, you're so boring!
What?
I said you're boring.
Look at you!
You're sad.
Again!
You're like a big black hole.
Excuse me, but I...
Fefe always said,
"Regrets are a waste of time.
They're the past crippling you
in the present."
I just walked in the door.
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