Image Junkyard #1 (Week Three)

A gelateria bar, Spoleto. A young woman serves two Irishmen. Cream con crema. And she is angry with the man stuffed into a newspaper in front of the cash register. Even in Italian I know what words she keeps repeating. Asshole translates. He smiles like the guys back home, absurdly self-aware of the observe. Andreà. She shovels his name into a cone, pushes it across the counter for him to eat. The irony-- he'll never notice. Her mother works here, too-- comes from a back room. She's heard the gutturals.