Too much

- Yes, I do. Until I died.

The two friends looked at each other for a moment, and then attacked reluctantly the succulent meal that the waiters in red and white uniforms had respectfully placed in front of her. And they never spoke of Venezio again.

***

- I have to go on a trip.

Ariadne looked up sharply at the news, her heart stopping again to bleed, knowing that her lover was going away from her. They were having dinner in a room a little smaller than the main one, and the dishes were succulent, with a starter like an Italian salad, with lots of tomatoes and olives, cottage cheese, all drizzled with olive oil, followed by a light curry chicken with a rosé wine and ending with strawberry and chocolate sorbet.