She leaned over toward the spiral stairway that leads up to the rooftop and shouted, "Papi! We have company..."

After a bried pause in the increasingly annoying tromboning... it began again... even louder...

"Oh, shit," sighed Andie, "He's not thrilled..."

We asked if perhaps we should pick another day.

"No, no, no. Help me pick out a bathing suit that will... assuage, shall we say... his temporary aggitation..."

I loved the way this woman talked. Like a politician. And helping her pick out a suit? More than excited for that...