Trastavere

Trastavere

As he finished cleaning up the mess, he realized he was late to lunch with a woman. There had been a lot of blood, and accumulated overuse apparently clogged the drain that was strategically placed in the center of the room. He turned red just thinking about the whole debacle. His victim, Gina, had put up more of a fight than he had expected.

With a renewed vigor, Stavro Blofeld finished the cleaning quickly. He went upstairs to change clothes, then got into his car: an Aston Martin. As he rushed through the turning light on Rue de la paix, Stavro wiped his glistening face with the fitted sleeve of his soft sweater. Finally, he arrived at the restaurant--“Trastavere”; while searching for the woman, he tripped on a passing waitress' shoe and crashed onto a little girl eating spaghetti. She immediately burst into tears, having not only been startled, but doused in her hot meal. Immediately, Stavro roused himself as gently as he could and apologized profusely while trying to comfort the little girl, coincidentally named Gina.  He figured this out as her mother yelped her name. As he and the girl's mother cleaned up the mess he made, Stavro reached for one of the flowers he had brought for the woman he was meeting, and handed it the girl. She was immediately enthralled by the pretty little petals, and her mother giving Stavro a thankful look for his quick, kind thinking.

 

             “Bonjour Marie, ma chérie.” 

“Bonjour Stav, mon amour. Tough job this morning?” she asked, noticing the way he collapsed into the plush tall-baked chair.

            “Oui, Gina was a pain in the ass. Clogged the drain.”

            She winced. “The poor drain. So much stress and strain lately.”

            They moved on from that, though. Marie knew the drill. Hell, she practically developed it.

            Stavro cleared his chest, she cleared hers, and their conversation flowed like a lazy river from then on. She laughed about him falling on the poor little girl.

 

 

“Sleep is God. Go Worship!”

“Sleep is God. Go Worship!”

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