With her greying hair swept into the usual chignon, Lorraine began her day at the marketplace.

“Good Day” said the butcher as she entered his shop, and Lorraine replied “Good Day.”
Lorraine pointed to the ribs and held up 4 fingers and so the butcher wrapped up the ribs neat and quick. As Lorraine dropped the bills in his beefy palm she said “Good Day” and was off.

“Good Day” said the cobbler to which Lorraine replied “Good Day” as she reached for the two pairs of heels in her bag and laid them on the counter. She pointed to the soles as the cobbler looked at the worn out forms until he nodded and then Lorraine said “Good day.”

And so Lorraine went about the rest of her errands until all of her orders were in and purchases bought. Lorraine climbed the stairs up to her tiny flat, laid out her groceries, pressed play on her aging cd player and, waited for the sound.

“Buono Giorno means good day. Repeat after me: Buono Giorno” said a feminine Italian voice and once again Lorraine replied “Good Day.”