Page 95 of The Leaves In Autumn
“I had an Italian market guide me. They encouraged simplicity and quality.”
“Love the olive oil instead of butter. I want some right now.”
“Break off a piece for me too.”
I pour the oil in the small round dish to the side of my plate, then take the bread.
“Where did you find these dishes? Are they hand-thrown?”
“I have no idea. Teddy found them in some relative’s cupboard. They’re cool looking though.”
She takes the first bite.
“Oh my God! This bread!”
“It’s imported from Altamura, Italy.”
“I will wrestle you for whatever is left when we’re done.”
“Before we start, what’s your safe word?”
A little play won’t kill us. If she isn’t onboard, I can derail this train.
“I’ve never had a safe word. Let me think.”
Her eyes go to the deli meats.
“Salami. That’s my safe word because I would have a visual reminder. What’s yours?”
The surprising comeback pleases me.
“Oh, I’m going to need one too then?”
“You might need to protect yourself as well.”
“That is not the threat you think it is.”
I am ecstatic she didn’t automatically reject the playfulness. I continue the game.
“Mine will be oyster. I’m a big fan of juicy delicacies.”
Fair play. I am talking pussy. She’s talking cock. Now we are stuck in the moment, and I am not sure how to go forward. Or if to.
“What do you think of the charcuterie board?”
What a stupid choice. She thinks my pivot is funny but looks over the artisan cheeses and Italian meats. The fat olives.
“It’s the best one I have ever seen. What’s this dish?”
“Pasta and beans with homemade sausage. It’s their best seller. Let me pour the wine. Are you a Chianti woman?”
“Yes, please.”
“That’s what she said.”
I pour, ignoring what I just said.
“Let me know when you’re ready for more,” I say, pouring my glass.
