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Chapter 10

Back to Luigi’s, Guido’s, and Tterrassa’s adoptive parents, Emilio and Mary

In Pissaccotta, Emilio’s swine rubbing business was soon downsized as the farmers were all sold an inexpensive machine from the We Rubba Your Pork for You company that was powered by the pig being rubbed walking on a treadmill. They offered reasonable terms, payable when the pigs were slaughtered.

Emilio, seeing no future, as the era of mechanization was here and he couldn’t compete with their prices or volume, decided to open a small pizza café that served the neighborhood.

Mary was still a semitalented Irish dancer who had yet to be booked for any event even after she closed her music-and-dance studio to take care of the kids, although their marriage was interesting, especially their arguments, as both spoke with “outside” voices, mostly around celebrating St. Patrick’s Day in Pissaccotta. Mary, of course, wanted a traditional Irish meal. Emilio wanted to keep making his three pizzas per day for his loyal locals.

His business was growing as word got out about the “listing twins” and how they waited on tables. The boys loved to walk out of their parent’s pizza kitchen by wobbling in single file with orders and to dance for the tourists and locals.

Tterrassa would walk in front of them, yelling out the order number, “Ooorrrddeeerr foor nuuumbberr threeee.”

The diners loved it. They were young and enjoyed the recognition. Some days they would collect up to one hundred lira thrown at them. They thought that the people were impressed with the quality of the food and great service!

St. Patrick’s Day was almost here, and Mary and Emilio agreed, finally, to celebrate St. Patrick’s Day by offering green dough and Irish beer—a minor success as only two people in Pissaccotta would openly claim that they had even a small amount of Irish blood. Others came by to see what green pizza dough looked like and to see the “listing twins” and humming “stuuutterrerr.”