Zabaglione and rumors

We felt our share of earthquakes in the city. Sometimes I was in acting class with my peers, moving through a dream sequence, safely ensconced under a table.

The most fun earthquake we had in public. Little Italy was an Italian restaurant that we frequented often. I loved when my parents order zabaglione – it was the best.

Rumors of tremors ran rampant through the city. But fun times, community gatherings, sofas moving when trying to sit down, or a violent shake, helped set the tone for living in the city. A city of zabaglione and rumors.

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