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having a cup of Orzo is like losing your virginity—it's a once-in-a-lifetime experience. It
catches her by surprise and she can't stop laughing.
Che bella battuta, Hilt!
(“What a good
line, Hilt!) I see her share the joke with her co-worker, and they giggle like schoolgirls.
When we say our goodbyes, she assures me that my joke has made the rounds.
For tomorrow morning I've set up a meeting with Sheryl, Giuseppe, our doctor-friend from
Pronto Soccorso
, and Dr. Furiozzi. We'll discuss dosages and medications and what to do
in case of various eventualities, and then I'll be on my way, free for a month before return-
ing for surgery.
This last evening I'm strolling the corridor with my roommate, Salvatore, and one of the
women patients down the hall from us is singing old Neapolitan favorites in her room. She
has a good voice and sings several tunes for her roommates and the passers-by who have
paused in their tracks. Several nurses have gathered in the hall outside her room and are
laughing and encouraging her to keep going, shouting
“Bis!”
(Encore!).
I turn to Salvatore and say, “Please don't tell anybody. But I'm going to miss this place.”