Dinner for Four. Children.

Silvano drove Tracy, JK and I out to Fabro for our last dinner together. Tracy and JK are like kids. I can’t stop laughing around them. “Am I going to have to put you two together?” I scold. I think Silvano and I qualified as immature patrons too, once he started throwing balled up bread at me. Though he speaks no English, it was brilliant to watch how Tracy and Silvano’s similar sense of humor transcended any need for translation. Nothing was lost between them. There was one misunderstanding when Silvano asked me if I was going to cry. JK put his arm around me. “Not about you leaving,” I cleared up. “About the restaurant being out of polenta!”