Gerónimo. Local fresh market, on a Thursday.

Gerónimo spotted again, at later date and location. Local fresh market, on a Thursday.

Gerónimo: Psst… Meira. Cara, pi favuri. Listen, I’ve been thinking…

Meira: Hmm… I am not making eye contact.

Gerónimo: Let’s all get along.

Meira: But you’re a chameleon. How can I trust you.

Gerónimo: (Gasp) Amuri miu… I’m a gecko.

Meira: Same thing.

Gerónimo: No, quite different.

Meira: How?

Gerónimo: Oh, just in what we look like, how we live, talk, habitat, you know. Everything. We do have chameleon in la famiglia, distant cousin. However, we don’t like to talk about him. He’s a little touchy.

Meira: Thousand apologies, Gerónimo. You’re so right.

Gerónimo: It’s okay. Now about that package exchange up north, Meira.

Meira: I’m walking away now, querido.

Gerónimo: I’ll wait for you, M.

Meira: Please don’t, G.

Meira looks back: But, you know. If you do end up north, Gerónimo… Mi casa es su casa, papí. Siempre.

Gerónimo: Oh, Meira…♥️

Gerónimo continues: Stasera?

And then a cricket is heard, but not for long.

Excerpt from
Between the South and the North.