“So, whatcha do with yer time back there in
Florence?” Myrna questioned Karl. “Musta been borin’ there all by
yerself.”
Karl stretched out in the seat next to her as
the plane lifted off from Naples’ Capodichino Airport.
“Actually, I had a great time,” he replied
with a wistful smile.
“Well, ya probably had a better time than I
did,” Myrna moaned. She launched into a long tale of how bad the
buses were, how all the museums looked alike and how they made ya
pay through the nose to visit some old ruin where God fearin’
Christians were eaten by lions. “And the pizza weren’t fit to
eat.”
Karl smiled. His Italian adventure ended
where it had started, with Myrna prattling on and on with every
conceivable complaint under the sun about the trip.
But it wasn’t really the same. He ha
