The flapping of wings

The thought of going back to the grey, murky, melancholic city of Milan, to the miserable face of my sullen secretary, to the groping paws of my randy boss, to cleaning up the mess at home left inevitably by my husband, totally incapable of looking after himself, made me very reluctant to get on that plane.

Valerie Rodber

Un apolide con un accento allo Stanlio ma con un cuore ormai italiano.