Serenaded

We were sitting on the sill of the terrace sipping our tea, soaking the sun when two policemen passed by. They looked at us and began to smile. They said something in Italian that I didn’t catch. But Phoebe being Phoebe replied. She answered, “But you can sing for us.”

And that is how the singing began. I began to smile at first but watching him serenade us with a gun on his waist, I burst out laughing. He was reaching newer and newer octaves with his singing and we were doing the same with our laughing.

He bowed at the end of it and wished us a good day.