I went downstairs, storming, as I wanted to be out and about as soon as possible.
There she was:
“Oh Buongiorno! Dormito bene?” (Oh good morning! Slept well?)
I stopped. “There she is, the old lady, again.”
“Buongiorno!“I replied reluctantly. “Why do I feel uncomfortable? Is it her mesmerizing blue eyes? She looks wise and dangerously smart. That smart that makes you feel like your soul is open and ready for her to read.”
“Svegliata presto, giovane signorina! E anche di fretta. Gradisce un caffé?”