It's a chilly Florentine evening. Two men in evening hats. Telling tales of the underground and. fishing for Reds. Policemen armed with Uzis. stand guard but they don't speak. Ain't seen no Michaeangelo. he'll be here next week.. The girl in the shoes. with the crystal heels went chaperoned by her brother. They raise a glass of amber wine. take pictures of each other. of the policemen in the fountains. and the sickle and the hammer. and they came with Uncle Romulus. with his walking cane and camera. She looked like someone's girlfriend. she looked like a dream. she looked as unlikely. as the people's limousine.. Come and sit by me girl before I breathe the breath out of you. Hush your mouth and cover your eyes for I'll tell your father of you. He paid to have you painted in the company of angels. Only to find you flirting anew with Chico Marx and perverted Engels. The patron saint of television smiles down from the shelf. Romulus can't criticize but he can't bless himself. He has a tin of pea-green paint and a big roll of black tape. To vandalize these obscenities then make his escape. She walked up to the nice policeman and asked him for a match. He saw Romulus approaching and slipped off the safety catch. Then cut down her uncle he was painted red and green.