“The poor lady needs a little bit of comfort,” Alesandro
says, tipping white wine to the deep glass mouth sitting in front of the
American retiree in the white pantsuit, flanked by two men, balding and polo
shirted. Alesandro spins on a heel with his shining leather shoes. He wears a
fine black suit and starched white beneath to serve those socked and sneakered,
bringing sugar cubes in a small silver tray for their liquor.
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