Tuesday, May 29, 2012
Mr. Williams charms us this evening with a cravat of whispersoft lilac upon which trios of pencil-tracing stripes subtly wind. He walked into her gelateria-pasticceria looking for respite. It was cool there, and the frosty air had an immediate tonic effect. Slouching off his suitcoat, he stood in front of the glass case, his mouth a little agape at the array before him: peach, pink, lavender, tangerine, and minty green--the colours alone were enough to make him forget a long day of numbers and bar graphs and SBE's. And when Giacinta appeared to wait on him, her smile commanding yet comforting, his workday disappeared.
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