Remember the signora with the URGENTISSIMO sarcasm stamp? I was completely wrong about her.
A few hours after my unsuccessful marriage certificate meeting, Alberto texts me: “Comune just called. They fixed it!”
Are you serious?
“I know. I spoke with Signora Palma,” he explains. “They rushed it after you seemed worried. They found their colleague and asked to speed it up! And she did it right away!”
“Aww, I did give her a mournful look,” I tell Alberto.
“It worked,” he confirms. “Brava.”
She must have taken pity on me regardless of how she felt about my impatient father-in-law. Like the old saying goes, you can catch more flies with honey and desperate-white-girl-alone-in-the-big-city eyes than with vinegar.
Or, maybe I’m wrong yet again. When Renzo demanded urgentissimo action, maybe she mentally saluted the Italian flag, recalled her vow to protect and serve the city (she’s also a police officer?), and leapt into civic action. But in this non-service-oriented culture, that doesn’t seem likely to me — it’s hard enough to get a waiter to bring you your cocktails.
Or, and this explanation I like best, some people are just very kind.
I salute you, Signora Palma.