The Virgin guarded my key well. As I unlock the tiny green door within the giant door of the ancient palazzo, someone slaps my ass….
I turn around to see Vincenzo, the 10 year old boy from the café next door, looking up at me with a huge grin on his face. “No you! No you! NO YOUUUUU!” he shouts, jumping up and down.
“Cappucino sul mio terrazzo in dieci minuti!” I shout at him, sternly.
“Si, si, si, si, SI!” he sings, slapping my ass again, and running back into the café screaming, “La Dottoressa e’ tornata!”
I take the rickety old elevator to the top floor and open the door of my attic apartment.
It’s as though I never left.
The windows are open, the church bells are ringing, the writing desk on the terrace is illuminated by the morning sun, and Vincenzo is about to arrive with the coffee.
I change into my bikini and get right to work.