Nino frowned. “Search me,” he said irritably. “I've got enough worries as it is.”
“Yes,” snapped Liliana, “he certainly has. Getting rid of our regular customers, that's all he worries about these days.”
Remember the old men who always used to sit at the corner table in the bar, Momo? Well, he sent them packing - he chucked them out!”
“No, I didn't,” Nino protested. “I asked them, quite politely, to take their custom elsewhere.”
“As landlord of this inn, I was perfectly within my rights.” “Your rights, your rights!” Liliana said angrily.
“You simply can't act that way - it's mean and cruel. You know they'll never find another inn as easygoing as ours.”
“It wasn't as if they were disturbing anyone.” “There wasn't anyone to disturb, that's why!” retorted Nino.
“No decent, well-heeled customers would patronize this place while those stubble-chinned old codgers were lolling about in the corner.”
Besides, there's little enough profit in one measly glass of cheap red wine, which was all they could afford in an evening.
“We'll never get anywhere at this rate.” Liliana shrugged. “We've done all right so far.”
“So far, maybe,” Nino said fiercely, “but you know yourself we can't go on like this.”
“They've just raised our rent - I've got to pay thirty per cent more than before and everything's getting more expensive all the time.”
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