my lovely Edoardo
There are lots of wonderful characters in Ponte a Serraglio and they make regular appearances at the Bar Italia.
Edoardo is 92 and drives up each morning from Fornoli where he lives with his daughter. He has been a widower for many years and we are engaged. I suspect I am not his only fidanzata. He regularly asks me when we are going to marry. My response is that I will marry him when my husband dies. He has suggested that we push him in the river.
There is an Italian song called Debora which he often sings to me when I enter the bar. I wonder if he sings songs to the others.
A couple of years ago a very attractive Australian friend visited me. Edoardo’s eyes lit up when he spotted her and I was forgotten. I told him she was a widow and would be happy to find an Italian husband. He quickly responded “Tell her I’m 66.”
Edoardo has lovely sparkly eyes, tells a great joke and I know he misses dancing in Viareggio with his wife. I hope he is at the bar to sing Debora to me lots more times.