repeats half-heartedly. Assumes that it means ‘I’m sorry’. Wonders if the ‘me’ in ‘it’s a me Mario’ is actually written as ‘mi’ all this time. Italian is confusing.
“I no cooka da pizza anymore,” she tells them and waves her hand dismissively in an attempt to cool the situation
down. “I puta da meatball back in da fridge.” She glances at the man beside her with a grin, then elbows him back on the arm. “Right?”
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be able to tolerate it though— that is, until one of the students points at her table, standing up from his seat as he says, “Surely, they would understand why mafias are not an aesthetic?”
All eyes are directed to them now. Quietly, Petra glances at the man who’s sitting
across her. The students expect a response to that. Maybe a nod or a lengthy speech to support their argument. Petra doesn’t care really care, so she smiles and says the one thing that she knows how to say in Italian.
“I cooka da pizza!”
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