PastApril 2009My father ushered the guests into the dining room, only he didn't count on the great detail that my grandfather Maurizio would be sitting at the headboard, drinking the most valuable whiskey in his collection. Matteo restrained himself, didn't let go of the fake smile, invited the Russo’s to sit down, then he took the other chair at the headboard, and so his children sat down to the side. I was wise to sit to my grandfather's right.I didn't want to get married."Dear Fabio, you know my eldest sons and father-in-law," Matteo said in a grim tone. “He introduced you to my youngest son, Enzo, he is sixteen years old, he goes to the Magno school, in the tenth grade and he is an excellent athlete.”"It's a pleasure to meet the male offspring of the Bascianos," replied the old man, looking at us condescendingly, and you could see at once how patently macho he was.” They seem like good prospects.”"Of course," Grandpa added with amusement. “They are Moretti after all, they ne
Past April 2009 Calm was what I was looking for and I only did that in the pool, so I headed there and swam for a long time before lying down on a sun lounger, there I realized that a brown leather wallet, aged, was underneath it. I opened it and noticed that it belonged to Grandpa's mechanic friend, Mr. Bruce, and it was my golden opportunity to investigate it. The wallet contained a debit card, two credit cards, a South Dakota driver's license, an organ donor card, about $500 in cash, and a copy of a tax permit from a shop in Aberdeen. That proved that I was a mechanic, and that I had to go back to the public library or my father would hunt down the trail. However, he trusted Grandpa, he wouldn't bring him, just like that. Seeing one of the pockets, a series of photos were hidden. There was that of a blonde woman, very beautiful, and on the back, it said: the love that could not be. It felt very intense, which made the memories of conversations with my grandparents make sense.
Past April 2009 Calm was what I was looking for and I only did that in the pool, so I headed there and swam for a long time before lying down on a sun lounger, there I realized that a brown leather wallet, aged, was underneath it. I opened it and noticed that it belonged to Grandpa's mechanic friend, Mr. Bruce, and it was my golden opportunity to investigate it. The wallet contained a debit card, two credit cards, a South Dakota driver's license, an organ donor card, about $500 in cash, and a copy of a tax permit from a shop in Aberdeen. That proved that I was a mechanic, and that I had to go back to the public library or my father would hunt down the trail. However, he trusted Grandpa, he wouldn't bring him, just like that. Seeing one of the pockets, a series of photos were hidden. There was that of a blonde woman, very beautiful, and on the back, it said: the love that could not be. It felt very intense, which made the memories of conversations with my grandparents make sense.
Past April 2009 I made it to Bruce's house with ease. The man received me immediately, as if he had already been waiting for me, and I did not hesitate. "Well, boy, let's park at the back of the property and you can settle in a small cabin he has on the outskirts of town, it's the best thing given the situation," he explained straight to the point after greeting us. So, we did. Half an hour later, I was in a small, wooden house that looked unkempt. In front of it, there was a more affluent truck, so I assumed it was the car he drove in his day-to-day life. There was no doubt in my mind that the red, beat-up van was the one that would leave me and I still felt good about it. "Your grandfather sent something for you to settle in and paid the months' rent, but he made it clear that the rest is up to you..." "In other words, the old man wants me to work..." I don't have a problem with it," I said confidently, and Bruce smiled. "You're going to work in the shop, you'll clean, you'
PastApril 2009Why are teenager’s idiots?That was my first thought as I walked into Central High School in Aberdeen early that Tuesday morning when I saw my locker painted with the word "Fox" painted for the third time.Ever since I was in high school, my appearance turned out to be a complete nuisance for the simple reason that the boys had the belief that they should have me. When I told them no, they got to the point of doing stupid things like that and spreading horrendous rumors."It favors women," said the popular boys."He goes out with old people, that's why you don't see him with young people," said the envious ones."He works as an escort for men with money," commented some creatives."She's a hateful, frigid woman who doesn't feel anything," said the boy I punched between the mouth and nose for going too far with me and touching my breast to satisfy his curiosity.And just like that, they crept into my life as if nothing had happened.They were a nuisance that snowballed.
PastApril 2009 I was finishing the last rehearsal I was going to deliver and I heard the commotion in the entrance of the house, I went outside to see if Mom was around to deal with her husband, but she didn't show up. I was tired of the same thing, every day, when the time for my father's return approached, I looked for thousands of excuses to go out.I grabbed my keys, locked the bathrobe I was wearing as pajamas, and went to open the door. It was my cousin who had taken him that time, with the help of the Smith brothers, who were trying to get the drunk man out of the back of the truck, but he resisted.When they managed to get him under control, I opened the door for them and gave him the pleading puppy look he always gave to people who took pity on his misery to bring him home safely."I'm sorry, cousin," David came closer, "we were closing the workshop, he peeked out, put on his usual show, and ended up throwing everything up.”"I'm sorry you did these guys; I really can't th
PastMay 2009A full week passed before I could say that I was part of the team that made life in the workshop.Somehow, I had managed a position without realizing it due to my eagerness to solve minimal things. I put together a calendar for Bruce and explained to him in a simple way how he could go about taking care of everyone in the same week depending on the type of work."If you take an average of the working day time and the type of work, you can calculate the time of disposition that can be given to a client," I said, showing him an Excel document in which I had set all the necessary parameters. “It's not that difficult, if I had access to Access, I would put together a database in which you would only put the repairs to be done and it would give you the time, a budget estimate and when the appointment would be pertinent according to the order of arrival.”The Smith brothers saw me with raised eyebrows, Bruce, who was folded in a perennial evaluation show, looked intrigued, and
PastMay 2009My life had changed within a week.It went from a mess to a mess of epic proportions. My father, if I could still call him that after the push, he had given me, had decided that his home would serve as a transit point for gamblers to stay.He wasn't familiar with the shady movements, but he knew that something ugly was going on deep inside the state for even county sheriffs to look away.That's why I didn't want to be home.The fact that my mother had found an excuse to get me out of there, send me to my cousins' house and give me money to go to the fair in Syracuse, was a great sigh that I was grateful for.We arrived at the fair, David parked in a safe area, then we got out, walked and walked into the crowd. We detailed the decorations, listened to the music and saw that there were many games which gave me all the joy in the world, they would be a spectacular distraction for everything. I thought about what couples would do and decided not to be a bad third, so I decid