You’re cursed.

I never could tell the difference.

“You know as well as anyone that I couldn’t post anything on the Internet that wasn’t true,” I replied.

“That’s another lie!” Isabella exclaimed. “That’s exactly what I’m talking about.”

“Let’s compromise,” I suggested. “You have to agree that a lot of the lies are true.”

Isabella wouldn’t compromise, so I changed the subject. After all, there’s no point arguing with someone who won’t make any concessions.

“It sounds like she deserves a good husband,” I observed. “You should marry her before she finds one.”

That shut him up, albeit for less than an hour.

Now, here’s the curious part of the remembrance. According to the news report I read, during the silent observance, “air raid sirens blared, along with horns from cars, ships and trains.”

I appreciate that the Chinese appreciate a very different culture from mine, but I never realized how disparate they were until I heard about using sirens and horns to engage in silence. Inscrutability redux.

Dahlia was referring to an image in the newspaper showing medical evidence of Ted Kennedy’s brain cancer. The senator’s prognosis is grim; his flavor of cancer usually kills quickly.

John Kennedy’s brains were splattered by an assassin’s bullet, and now his brother’s are also on public display. It makes the assassination the third brother look relatively benign; at least Robert ended up in a pool of blood with his skull intact.

“The wine is all out,” Enrico announced, “I will go to buy more bottles.”

“How long will you be gone?” I asked.

My straightforward question perplexed Enrico.

“I will be gone until I return,” he explained.

I probably should have given him a quick English tutorial, but, since that would have delayed his refueling mission, I just smiled and nodded.