Flora says “hm hm,” and Franco cracks up at “a wise guy,” in a girl.

“What were you doing there?”

“Ah si,” Flora said.

“SORD, SENSA SORD. NO? “

“WITHOUT MONEY, ” I pointed at Franco like a Neapolitan, apparently.

“SENSA SORD…”

“Nun…” couldn’t say it for the life of me, but they must, they must, they must complete the expression. “No one sings in church…”

I enjoyed flipping this joke, that was also true. That’s Dr. J.

Well, they wanted to know why I was there for four years. Well, SENSA SORD, no one does shit. Not for God, especially! I might have thrown up a fist with a bright face, got dirty, Neapolitan, sneaky, YEAH, that was Joy too, bright side, Dr. J.

“The dark…” looking out the window — “the night of man, meaning,” ah, Flora was a bit more comfortable in this arena, “meaning, there’s a brute,” anche, “si si, anche…” So, Franco and Flora got into the ring with a kangaroo in boxing gloves. Don’t want to fight. Punch you with laughter, an unusual strategy, a kangaroo with boxing gloves, just because he’s coming at me…for…a story that I can’t help that I have nor do I want to have it. But I was trying…

“Era un spectacolo.”

Nothing I said made Franco Franzese feel better.

Except that we were getting closer. I had to laugh. Franco appreciated family, no? Are we not getting to know…each other? I just didn’t want to bond over this story.

Anyway, I’m back on track. I woke up this morning feeling relieved on some deep level. Just the lunacy of that year… making different choices, now, giving myself some time to feel into that. I’m putting the book together, and it’s going well. In the end, I don’t know, but right now, I went back to Tropper’s This is Where I Leave You because he’s working out a personal problem (his wife cheating on him, leaving him) during a family event that lasts for some time. So, I thought, I’m going to lean on his example a little more, so I’m going to be working out this story as I go through this hilarious event. That’s helping me see the order a little better… that’s it…