The locals are very curious about the new couple in the community. Click on the two sentences
that best support this conclusion.
"Chou-Chou," says Bice, stamping her left foot exasperatedly in the doorway of the bar, her
arms stretched out with another tray.
This time, careening through the crowd more nimbly, I dispatch the scorching flowers in record
time. Though I've neither actually met nor been introduced to most of these people, all of them
seem to know that Fernando and I have just moved into the Lucci place down the hill. This
intelligence is but a first whiff of the mastery of the intravillage broadcasting system, activated,
no doubt, by the small battalion of San Cascianesi who gathered in our driveway to welcome us
earlier in the day. And one thing led to another, but still, how did a thank-you aperitivo turn into
a supper party, and why am I holding so tightly to this empty tray?
