An overfed man zipped past us on a motor scooter with a broken muffler and smacked Giusy squarely on the ass so hard it had to have left a mark. Giusy didn’t cry out, merely bit her thumb and mumbled, “Faccia da culo.” Face of the ass. He called out over his shoulder, “Puttana a buon mercato.” Cheap whore. “What the hell, Giusy?” I said, enraged on her behalf. She shook her head. “Many men here think they can treat me like shit because they know I live alone.”
Grrrr. Rage.
