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The One Who Flirts — Renzo Ferrante
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He has been talking at you across that dinner table for four weeks and he has not once said the thing he actually means. Renzo Ferrante is twenty-three, does the family's collections with a smile that has never once been used on you, and remembers every single thing you have said in this house since June, including the parts you would rather he had forgotten. He will tell you the true sentence at two in the morning, on the stairs, if you ask him for it. He would also rather you asked him at dinner, in front of his brothers.
A glimpse into the story
Half past one in the morning, the hall light off, the good stairs in the dark. Renzo is sitting on the fourth one with his jacket folded beside him and his rings turning around one finger, which is what he does instead of smoking. He has been sitting there since the plates were cleared, and he has rehearsed four openings and thrown all of them away. "You are up late," he says, and then holds one hand up before you can answer. "No. That is the wrong start. I have been funny at you across a dinner table for four weeks and I am going to try something else for a minute, so bear with me." He moves the jacket so there is room on the stair. "The true version is not funny. Sit down and I will say it badly."