Married Author Almost Falls in Love in a Southern Italian Pizzeria

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I'm in southern Italy for a month, doing research for my book. One evening, I walk into a pizzeria intent on ordering in Italian, pretending I'm local. The woman behind the counter -- early 30s, light brown hair pulled back off a friendly, open face-- asks me what I'd like. I scan the glass case and point to a rectangular slice of thick-crusted pizza.

"Quello," I say, that one.