- Vol. 03
- Chapter 08
Mona MaddelenaLeonardo never made Lisa wear a hat; or maybe she refused. I should have refused. I’m not fond of them: hats; they are more suited to the intrepid.
My husband, Walter, he’s brought me more hats than flowers. I’m known as hat lady in our village – a title that infuriates me and amuses him.
“You have to wear it.” He tells me.
“Paint me without it, just this one time?”
“If I tell you, you might laugh.”
“Walter, you know me, I don’t laugh at much.”
“Hmm, that I do.”
“So, amuse me.”
“When I’m gone, I know you’ll give all your hats away.”
“No. Let me finish. You’ll give them away and when I look down, I won’t see you in any of the wonderful hats I’ve given you and that will upset me. But, I know you’ll keep my paintings."
“You’re wrong, that doesn’t make me laugh. But it is silly.”
“For one thing, you think you’re going to heaven. Well, I have a different opinion.”
My husband lets out a roar; one that comes from the belly and not the throat.
Mona Maddelena“Oh Lena, you know how to make a man feel valued.”
“I’ll tell you another thing. I’ll keep wearing these bloody hats long after you’re dead.”
“Of course you will, hat lady.”
He lets out another guffaw as I pose for him in hat number one hundred and twenty six.