On weekends, groups of Italian boys piled out of Milan-licensed Range Rovers. They unloaded skis, pulled on Dolomite ski pants and down jackets and trudged up to the slopes. There were a few Australians from the local youth hostel skiing in jeans.
The girls watched them all, fascinated by which one was going to get the first kiss.
All over St. Moritz, there was a parade of fur coats, fancy dogs, expensive SUVs and snowmobiles careening through the pines.
“Today, let’s just get away from the slopes and sit in the sun. We can watch others,” Luczi said. Suggesting they should lay low for the day. So, the girls made their way towards the terrace at Kulm Park, near the Kulm Hotel, which overlooked two skating rinks.
When they got there, Marci’s legs were
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"This time, it’s because he has business in Africa, they say.” She downed her hot cocoa. “At least, that’s what the nanny says.”
Luczi’s eyes sparkled as she watched the waitress walk by with a drink on her platter. “I have an idea. Bassza meg. Let’s get drunk today.”
“Drunk?”
“Yeah, sure.” She called the waitress over and straightened herself in her seat. “Could we get two glühweins, please?”
Moments later, the two girls were sipping hot steaming glass mugs of a mulled wine drink, with a spicy clove aftertaste. Luczi studied Marci's face with a serious expression. “You must know that tomorrow is our last day together.
Marci’s soul felt as if it had been slammed a one, two. She gazed at the first girl she had ever felt close to, tears clouding her eyes.
“That makes me so sad. Because I really enjoyed having you as my friend.”
Marci hugged the girl. “I know, Luczi. I really don’t talk to anyone the way I’ve been talking to you. You are my best friend.”
“Please promise me that we will never lose touch when we leave.”
“Oh my goodness, I promise, definitely! And I’m going to miss you so much too. Maybe you can come and stay with us? What do you think your father would
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Slim twitched my elbow. "Come on, George. Me an' you'll go in and get a drink."
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I spin around to see him catching up to me. “At least let me buy you a new drink.” he gestures to the door.
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“I hope this isn’t too forward,” he said, “but would you care to stay for some mead?”
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They exit out the building and Barba heads straight to a hot dog vendor. He looks at Sonny as he hands money to the vendor, "Want one?"
“Excellent. Now, who would like to join me at the Cup and Sword for a quick drink? Just one, because I want to get home to my new bride.”
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