Act 2, Scene 20
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When we got back to Cortona
8 students were violently ill with some stomach ailment. Heather's roommate,
Miriam, vomited for 12 hours straight. I had to help her stand just to
get her to the emergency room. She was completely ashen and I felt ill
just looking at her. The other sickly ones fared better, but none are good. Larry and
Attila refused to investigate, so a student looked into it and found that
all 8 had the fish that night at Toninos while the rest stayed
away. Larry dismissed this as a "rumor" and said it was just
stress from the big art history test, though not all the sick were even
in that class. When asked about Miriam's hospitalization, he replied "I
get sick every three or four days in Cortona, not a big deal." As it was the final week in Cortona, I poked around looking for a way to sell our bikes. Larry saw my post on the school bulletin board and asked after them. He and his wife would be returning with the program the following quarter. I ended up selling him the pair, neglecting to tell him about the slow leak in my tire or the continuing problems with Heather's brakes. Maybe the odds of getting some revenge on the bastard werent so bad after all I showed Lena around Cortona. She asked about the church on top of the mountain, Santa Margherita. At the top of the hill, just outside the fort that stands over Cortona, Margerita built a small church. Upon her death in 1297 a new church was built, then rebuilt in the 1800s. I hadn't ventured into the church, but the view from up there was glorious. |
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I told
her the tale we'd learned from a book on Cortona in the library. Santa
Margherita is not the patron saint of frozen beverages, though her life
may remind you of someone who's had one too many. She renounced her family,
as many saints are said to have done, and stripped herself bare and ran
off into the woods. There she starved, and beat herself until she heard
voices. I told Lena she should have been medicated, not sainted. Back at the monastery all the
girls with codependents back home were counting down the days until reuniting.
I mention to Beth that it's as many days until I possibly lose my partner. |
Our final night
in Cortona Heather was not in the best of moods, foul even. I wasnt
much better so I mentally predicted an early end to the night's festivities.
Umberto, the woodworker whod done so many favors for us during our
stay in Cortona, saved the day. |
Elvis Costello's Every Day
I Write the Book is the perfect tune for this scene, as well as this
entire effort: Don't tell me you don't know what love is When you're old enough to know better When you find strange hands in your sweater When your dreamboat turns out to be a footnote I'm a man with a mission in two or three editions And I'm giving you a longing look Everyday, everyday, everyday I write the book Chapter One we didn't really get along Chapter Two I think I fell in love with you You said you'd stand by me in the middle of Chapter Three But you were up to your old tricks in Chapters Four, Five and Six And I'm giving you a longing look Everyday, everyday, everyday I write the book The way you walk The way you talk, and try to kiss me, and laugh In four or five paragraphs All your compliments and your cutting remarks Are captured here in my quotation marks And I'm giving you a longing look Everyday, everyday, everyday I write the book Don't tell me you don't know the difference Between a lover and a fighter With my pen and my electric typewriter Even in a perfect world where everyone was equal I'd still own the film rights and be working on the sequel And I'm giving you a longing look Everyday, everyday, everyday I write the book... |
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