It seemed to Anna noise was a big part of the Italian way of life.
Whenever she called Gian there was background noise. Big Italian noise. Mrs. Morretti interrupting him, talking to him, Ringo barking, the TV blaring. He'd go to his bedroom not to escape the noise but to have phone sex with Anna and his radio would be blaring there too.
Anna felt she was getting a little bit louder herslf. But being louder gave her a certain sense of freedom. She had put her size six foot into the Tiber and was enjoying it. It was a nice contrast to the sedate expressions of WASPs.
She'd quickly remind herself not to get too carried away emulating noisy Italians.
