”A Greek and Italian were sitting in a Starbuck’s one day discussing who had the superior culture.Over triple lattes the Greek guy says, “Well, ...we have the Parthenon.”Arching his eyebrows, the Italian replies, “We have the Coliseum.”The Greek retorts, “We Greeks gave birth to advanced mathematics”The Italian, nodding agreement, says, “But we built the Roman Empire.”And so on and so on until the Greek comes up with what he thinks will end the discussion.With a flourish of finality he says, “We. Stanton," I meekly reply staring at theground.Great, I'd love to see her," he booms, and walks over to talk to Jan.I have no choice in the matter. Fuck, I'm standing here holding my wife'spurse while one of her past lovers waits for her. I stare at the floor,begging for my wife to return...praying. Fuck, I'm standing outside thebathroom holding a big red purse while a man she fucked while we weremarried waits to talk to her. Everyone must be starting at me, I can'tlook up, I can't face them.. Once the door was closed, she slipped the jacket off and tossed it unceremoniously onto his couch. Then she sat down, calm and self-possessed. Her white spaghetti-strapped tank hugged her body. It left nothing to the imagination. Ted gazed at her as she crossed her legs, following the hem of her denim skirt as it rode up and exposed more of her creamy thighs. “Well, Ted," she began without preamble, "I decided I am not going to call you Dr. Bishop any more. I think we're close enough that first. As the vessel left harbour.”“Where was Shikaree bound?”Ramjam Bhutti shrugged. “Gopal did not say. The Shikaree is a local vessel and no doubt the harbourmaster will have details.”I was still digesting that information, and a rather tasty upma, when Akram drew up with the gig. During the time I had been with Ramjam Bhutti several young boys had congregated in the street outside his shop. By the time Akram returned I estimate there were at least twenty of the snotty-nosed little ragamuffins.