.. Do you want someone to stay with you? We can figure something out,” Brittany said. “It’s not like I’m critical to the troupe.”“Yes, you...are!” Desi said. “Who would flap my wings? How about Donna? I mean, I want her with us as much as anyone but maybe she’d stay with Beca.”“Don’t. Stop,” Beca said, waving her hands. “No one needs to stay with me. Um ... Joan is coming down from Chicago for the weekend.”“She can do that?”“It’s a holiday weekend and she’s in training. They all get the weekend. It was all weird stuff like Existential Philosophers, Australian Marsupials, Oriental Porcelain and yes, of course, Renaissance era Italian Poets.Bah! I took a long bathroom break to see if Santa would forget about me, and my 'favor', and was temporarily delighted to see that his stool was now empty. Santa had indeed departed, but not before leaving me a package on my own stool. His Santa suit. My 'favor' was to dress up in his suit and act as a substitute for him at a small party this evening. Once back onto the street we crossed the river and after some slight confusion, we found Via dei Greci, which was a very pokey little street. It was a narrow thoroughfare with an arched bridge that had a gallery window in the middle. We entered the auctioneers through the rather small doorway and were approached by a small, flamboyant middle-aged man. “Buongiorno, signorina. Come posso aiutare? Stai acquistando o vendendo?” “Oh, ummm… I’m here to speak to Mr Cavatorre. Do you speak English?” . “I hope you like rye and pumpernickel. That’s about all that’s left.”“Is this normal for a storm?” she asked hesitantly.“Yeah, everybody hits the stores for staples, so it takes time to restock. It’s ok. We’ll just get whatever we can.”They ended up with a few things; several empty jugs for water and an extra cooler, the unusual loaves of bread, Spam, as the tuna and canned chicken were gone, and a few high priced batteries that were left. He did find that there was plenty of raw meat and.