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Shaking Aki head, Connie stepped into the dining area with her two
"Were you really going to hit him or something?" Kim asked.
Emily smiled. "I don't know the first thing about fighting, but
most ignorant men believe all Japanese are ninja assassins, trained from
birth in deadly martial arts." Aki smile faded. "It's unfortunate he is
such a pig; he could be quite attractive, otherwise."
"'Ten inches of Italian sausage'!" Connie repeated, shaking Aki
head. Aki was setting the food onto serving dishes and the room was
filling with the aroma of lasagna, veal parmigiana, chicken francesi,
"Speaking of which..." Kim said, hinting not too subtly.
Connie laughed, then explained to the bewildered Emily: "Kim is
very eager to meet my Aki gallery husband."
"He must be a remarkable man," Emily said courteously.
...(cont.)
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