"Bella had barely finished the first paragraph when her legs buckled and she collapsed at the feet of a man offering her taxi service. When she came to, a throng of people had crowded around her and a fierce debate had ensued as to what to do with her. The taxi driver, an elderly Sicilian with a broad face sporting at least a week of stubble and a sweet smile showing only a few front teeth, bent down and helped her to sit up. ?Signorina, take notice," he said. ?You are in Rome, whose proud citizens frown on public weeping." He offered her a pile of paper napkins. ?Here, dry your tears."
The taxi driver, a gentleman of rare breeding and charm, led her to his car and they sat together until she came to her senses. Then he drove her home, left his car parked illegally in the street, helped her up the stairway with her luggage, cameras and all, and refused to accept the fare"
How is this Qaniis a writer? Walaahi, the writing is so weak and juvenile! Heck JaaleMarx can write better than Nuradin.
