“Marilyn,” says Chef Umberto through gritted teeth. In the beginning, their entanglement was an irresistible intoxication. Forbidden fruit. Chef Umberto finds the generation gap is sometimes quite charming, like when over a text he told Marilyn he was listening to the Beatles, and she assumed he had taken up entomological studies. But often it is less charming, like when she misunderstood the identity of his old VCR and forcefully inserted her cheese sandwich into the tape deck. Perhaps he struggles most with the particular horror that, although she is dating a world-class chef, she still
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