A magical warehouse behind the curtain at the Italian deli – who would have guessed? Well, Lisa brings it to life in her latest fable..read on.
Zephyr’s Emporium sells everything. Most days, I buy sausages or tripe. The front room’s an old Italian deli, like the ones they had along Blandina. Tomato pie and parmesan, pepperonis hanging from the ceiling, strings of garlic. Shelves of wine in bulbous straw-wrapped bottles. Red, white and green everywhere you look and you’re starving soon as you walk in, even if you just scarfed down three types of pie. Anyway, my grandma likes her tripe, so I’m a regular. You know that’s cow stomach, right?
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