Alessandro
"No, I'm not going to take any cash from you." She scowled at me while folding her arms. Her red-puffed face made me think of a little child.
"And how will you pay Richard back?" I asked back.
"I'll work hard to pay him back." As she hurriedly poured the pasta into the boiling water, she muttered.
I groaned. Natalia had offered to prepare an "Italian" dinner for me, so we were in the kitchen.
"The water needs to be salted beforehand," I recommended.
She glared at me. "This is my pasta; I'll prepare it anyway I choose."
Rolling my eyes, I said, "Okay, do anything you want. What exactly are you making?"
"Meatballs and pasta." She grunted.
"That's not Italian if you want to make something authentic.....," and I ceased speaking because she was scowling.
"Fine! Just do wha
