They had often brought her good things to eat. So there the two men sat, one on each side of the stone arena, scowling at nothing.
When Momo saw how angry with each other they were, she couldn't decide which one of them to approach first.
Rather than offend either of them, she sat down midway between them on the edge of the arena and looked at each in turn.
Lots of things take time, and time was Momo's only form of wealth.
After the two of them had sat there in silence for minutes on end, Salvatore abruptly stood up.
“I'm off,” he announced. “I've shown my good will by coming here, but the man's as stubborn as a mule, Momo, you can see that for yourself.”
And he turned on his heel. “Goodbye and good riddance!” Nino called after him.
“You needn't have bothered to come in the first place. I wouldn't make it up with a vicious brute like you.”
Salvatore swung around, puce with rage. “Who's a vicious brute?” he demanded menacingly, retracing his steps.
“Say that again - if you dare!” “As often as you like!” yelled Nino.
I suppose you think you're too big and tough for anyone to speak the truth to your face.
“Well, I will - to you and anyone else that cares to listen. That's right, come here and murder me the way you tried to the other day!”
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