She laughed. Loud. Heads turned. They often did when Sarah laughed.
"Oh, oh, no, hon. Can you imagine? Well, you can't, maybe, since you don't know me. Then again, of course you could imagine, you're a write. But no." She shivered dramatically. "Not married. Got asked a couple times. At least, I think that's what it was. I don't speak Italian, so I don't really know, but I'm pretty sure he was asking me to marry him. Either that or he really really wanted my bottle of wine."