Then, on another subject, San Geraldo said he thought the mother of a friend of ours was a complete narcist.
"A what?" I asked (imagine my grin).
|ROUGHING IT WHILE WE ESCAPE THE HOME RENOVATIONS.|
SPANISH COFFEE AND HIGH-BROW CONVERSATION.
"A narcist... narcist... narcisisi...." San Geraldo tried again.
"Narcisist," I said. "And you don't think your Spanish will ever be as good?"
"That's it!" he exclaimed. "I can't study Spanish because I still haven't perfected English!"
|HEADING HOME FOR SOME MORE DEEPLY SATISFYING CONVERSATION.|