responsible opinion.”
“I told you.”
We found a table beneath a faded umbrella. Sabrina wrapped both hands around her cup while I told her about the student and the Roman internet. She laughed so hard she had to put the cup down.
“Did you correct him?”
“Eventually.”
“After assessing the infrastructure?”
“Roads excellent. Broadband disappointing.”
She wiped a small tear from the corner of her eye.
I liked her laughter. More importantly, I liked that I did not have to work so hard to earn it that I forgot to
