“A,y ay! Buccellati!” Narancia runs to his capo, grinning ear to ear. “Didja hear th’ news? It’s gonna RAIN all week! I fuckin’ love the rain – what’s your favourite weather time again?” did he ever ask him about that before? No? Well – Narancia has to know more about his hero.
———IT WAS AN EARNEST QUESTION. the man set down his folded paper, drinking from the warm lip of his porcelain mug. though he considered it kind, the rain outside their window after a long dry spell, a week of rain seemed to furrow his brow.
❝ perhaps i am a boring person, but i can’t complain about a sunny day. ❞