TONY AND TINAS
It was love at first sight.
It happened as Tony was sauntering along a noisy street in Naples. One of the noisiest, oldest, and dirtiest streets.
Cries, songs, laughter, scoldings filled the air. And smells! But not the smell of roses.
Tony's brown hands were stuffed in his ragged pockets. A never-mind whistle was on his saucy lips.
But suddenly he stopped. He planted his legs apart and stared. There, on the steps of a church, she sat. Her beautiful, pitiful brown eyes looked up at Tony.
She had a bewitching face. It was a white face; thin and rather sad.
"Hungry?" asked Tony.
| ON A STREET IN NAPLES |