Wood You Be Mine? Act 1, Part 2
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“Where are you off to?” Saggezza asked, half-heartedly as Legno began heading out the door.
“Going in to town!” Legno responded in a loud, annoyingly peppy manner.
“…I’ve been thinking how it’s time for me to finally get out there. Be a man. Sow my wild oats.”
“Yeah, and it’s also the 19th century. Isn’t the average lifespan, like, 14?”
Rubbing his temples and letting out a long sigh, Saggezza muttered, “If you’re going in to town, buy me a bottle of Campari.”
“Artichoke liquor? Yeah, I guess life in the Sicilian ghettos wasn’t bad enough.”
“You’re awfully precocious for a blockhead.”
Legno paused momentarily, not exactly certain of the words Saggezza used.
“Never mind, Legno,” Saggezza said, sighing once more. “Hav…”
Before he could finish his sentence, Legno, with a pep in his step, grabbed his shoes and was out the door in a flash.
Saggezza, silently to himself, finished, “Have fun, son.”
Legno made his way out of the house in the outskirts of Palermo and in to the bustling metropolis itself. As he strutted down the cobblestone streets, he couldn’t help but catch his reflection in a store window and admire what he saw: Legno clocked in at a solid one and a quarter meters and thirty kilograms; his hair, curly and unkempt, was slowly being turned into an afro by the strong winds; his acne telling the tale that puberty was here, and that he was no longer a boy. Nay, he was less of a boy and more of a god.
Oh, yes. He was looking good.
TO BE CONTINUED
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