“I wish I had!” roared Salvatore, clenching his fists. “There you are, Momo, you see the dirty lies he tells?”
“All I did was take him by the scruff of the neck and dunk him in the pool of slops behind that lousy inn of his.”
“You couldn't even drown a rat in that.” Readdressing himself to Nino, he shouted, “Yes, you're still alive and kicking, worse luck!”
Insults flew thick and fast after that, and for a while Momo was at a loss to know what it was all about
and why the pair of them were so furious with each other.
It transpired, by degrees, that Salvatore's only reason for assaulting Nino was that Nino had slapped his face in the presence of some customers,
though Nino counterclaimed that Salvatore had tried to smash his crockery.
“That's another dirty lie!” Salvatore said angrily. “I only threw a jug at the wall, and that was cracked already.”
“Maybe,” Nino retorted, “but it was my jug. You had no right to do such a thing.”
Salvatore protested that he had every right, seeing that Nino had cast aspersions on his professional skill. He turned to Momo.
“Know what he said about me? He said I couldn't build a wall straight because I was drunk twenty-four hours a day.”
“My great-grandfather was the same, he said, and he'd helped to build the Leaning Tower of Pisa.”
전체재생
다음페이지
문장검색