Don’t Tell Secrets to Women, Have Policemen as Friends, or Live in a House with a Trellis—Sigretu a fimmini ’un cunfidari, cumpari sbirri nun pigghiari, casa cu prèula ’un adduari
Then he would proceed to the next patient. “How are you feeling?” “How do you think I’m feeling? I’m burning up with this terrible fever!” “All right, I can make you well again.” And the doctor would take out another prescription and hand it to him. “God will send help, and this will do the rest.” And so that’s the way this doctor dealt with all his patients, and then,
whoever happened to die, happened to die. Told in Palermo by Rosa Brusca.