The poetry of hands, 33
The poetry of hands, 35

The poetry of hands, 34, sprouting glasses

ProseccoafternoonProsecco happy hour in the afternoon sun / July 2010

"From the kitchen Sergio appeared with three bottles of prosecco. 'Before the coffee,' he said, 'I think we should say goodbye.'

The trays ended up on the low table in front of the sofa, and Gloria, Paola, and Chiara went back into the kitchen to return a few minutes later, each with six prosecco glasses sprouting from the fingers of her upraised hands.

Sergio popped the first cork, and at the sound the mood in the room changed, as if by magic. He poured the wine into the glasses, making the round as the bubbles subsided. He opened another bottle and then the last, filling more glasses than there were people. Everyone crowded round the table and picked up a glass, then stood with it half raised, waiting."

~ an excerpt from The Girl of His Dreams by Donna Leon


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