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    In Shadows Love, Part Four

    By the time they pulled up in front of the Bistro, Jenny was no longer clinging white-knuckled to her door handle.  “Well,” she brushed her hair out of her eyes, “that was exciting.”

     

    “A fast car is like a good woman, Jenny.  You must drive them both with authority,” Marina winked.  She got out of the car, walked around and opened Jenny’s door.  A pair of young men in wrinkled suits carrying shopping bags and baguettes swiveled their heads to get a better look, then the taller one literally stumbled into a lamppost.  Jenny giggled.

     

    “Ah!  Marina!” a young olive-skinned boy yelled as he ran up, grabbed Marina’s hands and planted effusive kisses on both cheeks, stretching to do so since Marina was a good three inches taller.  “Hey!  Where you been?  Not seen you in a long time!”  He looked at Jenny, gave Marina a knowing wink, and kissed Jenny’s hand with a flourish and bow. 

     

    He gestured toward the car.  “I see you still got this piece of shit.” He laughed and ran his hand lovingly over the hood.  “Hey!” his eyes widened, “where’s my nice dents?”

     

    Marina looked down at him and wagged her finger, then tossed him the keys.  “You wreck it again, Ponti, and I kill you dead for a very very long time.”

     

    “Hokay!” Ponti gave her a flirtatious grin, hopped into the driver’s seat and took off, tires squealing.

     

    Marina clucked her tongue against the roof of her mouth.  “He’s going to hurt himself one of these days.  Emilio would be very very angry at me if it happened in my car.”

     

    Jenny gave her a quizzical look.

     

    “Emilio is Ponti’s older brother.  I have had at least half the family working for me at one time or another.” 

     

    Just as she was reaching to open the door for them, a small round woman with a weathered face and lightly salted dark hair pinned back at the neck beat her to it, bursting through the doorway to wrap Marina in her sturdy arms.  Gesturing at Jenny, rubbing and patting Marina’s face, she was a flurry of motion and sound, rapid Italian phrases tumbling from her mouth like waterfalls.

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    1. After reading this the first time I looked up Absinthe. it a mind altering drink. and they [ATF] baned it from the US/ Like how everyone seems to love Marina. thanks

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