Trafika Europe 14 - Italian Piazza

Irene Chias

must be over. I find myself al l alone as I walk along one part of the hal lway. But as I near the vending machines, I hear some chatter. Two guys are talking, one of whom is a nurse. A male nurse. “They real ly did a number on her, poveraccia ,” he says to the other guy who isn’t wearing hospital scrubs. “But can you blame him? Did you see how hot she is?” “Did you see what al l they did to her?” the other guy asks impatiently. I try not to stare at him but then I real ize I know him. He works for a store that sel ls window and door fixtures not far from my house. I run into him often at the neighborhood coffee shop and I also see him coming and going at the store. “Let ’s just say they had to give her 32 stitches.” I wonder if they ’re talking about someone who’s just had a baby. “There’s no question you got lucky ending up in this ward, huh, Beppe? Che culo! What freakin’ luck! You see everything here, right?” “One day if I can manage it, I’m going to take a photo, the poor thing! Plus, she has an amazing ass,” the one in hospital scrubs says. “They left her with just four teeth in her mouth. Just the fangs l ike Roberto Baggio has.” He mugs for a moment l ike the soccer

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