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Italian-American family. Big family and loud holidays is what I’m used to. Now my parents are gone, my brother travels all over the world with his Green Peace stuff, and any other relatives are spread out all over the country. I just miss the holiday family overload, I guess.”
Sal and Antonio nod their heads in understanding and Antonio chatters on about how his wife made all the holidays special. For the next hour we just share stories and eat, enjoying laughter and happy memories.
Sal remembered a story from one specific Christmas. He said that he and his brother Joey snooped and found their presents. Neither one of them were happy about what they were going to get, so some arguing resulted and eventually his mother found out what they’d done.
Just a little red-faced, he laughs and pokes Antonio in the arm. “She was so pissed in fact, that she made us open up our gifts on Christmas morning, then loaded us in the car with them and drove us to an orphanage. Mom made us give our presents to kids who were less fortunate.” Sal shakes his head and looks past my shoulder and through the doorway to the deck. “I will never forget that Christmas. That was one lesson I learned the hard way. Joey too. We were never ungrateful again!”
I’ve got tears in my eyes. “Wow! I love it! I think me and Marie would have gotten along great!”
Antonio nods.
“Yes, Marie would have loved you. It’s-a-too bad you never met. That would have been nice.”
I smile at my old friend. “That’s how I feel about my dad. The two of you would have been buddies for sure!”
After I helped clean up breakfast and Antonio went out on his deck with Toby, I let Sal know I’ve got to go home and check my cell phone for messages. He offers to walk over with me.
When we enter, Sal notices the twelve- foot tray ceilings and crown moldings that befit the mansion.
“Want a fifty-cent tour?” I ask. He accepts with a grin and I begin in the large foyer with the eye-popping staircase.
I show him the kitchen, the living room, the huge dining room with a table for twenty. Then the library and study, which I use for my computer.
“And this,” I point, “is the mud room.”
Sal knitted his eyebrows together. I bite back a laugh, but his expression is one of confusion.
“The mudroom? What’s a mudroom ?”
A laugh bursts out me like a soda that’s been shaken in the heat. “I asked the same thing when I came here. It’s a special room to take off your muddy boots or dirty clothes so you don’t drag dirt through the house-it’s right next to the laundry room.”
Sal’s eyebrows go up and he widens his eyes. “Ooh, fancy.”
“Okay, okay… upstairs,” I snarl.” I show him multiple bedrooms, a playroom and bathrooms that are never used. At the end of the long hallway we enter my bedroom. He walks in and looks around.
“Nice,” he says. “Did you decorate this room?”
“Yes, I got to do this room and the adjoining bathroom.”
He walks into the huge bathroom and turns on some lights.
“I like the colors you picked, Gracie. You have very nice taste. Plums and gold’s-I like it.”
“Thanks, Sal.”
He walks around gazing at the light fixtures. “I notice you have some lights out. I can fix those for you, if you want.”
“Really? That would be great. I don’t like ladders much and besides, it’s still too high for me to reach. I have extra bulbs in this closet.”
I show him the stuff in the closet and then show him the maintenance closet at the other end of the hall where I keep the six foot ladder.
While he’s busy, I grab my cell phone and notice I have two missed calls and a couple of text messages.
Celine called to tell me there is a Southern Woman’s Society meeting on Friday at ten in the morning to discuss the annual holiday dinner fundraiser for Children with Cancer. I find myself nodding. Although I loath that meeting with those uptight bitchy women, I do love helping to give those sick
Sal and Antonio nod their heads in understanding and Antonio chatters on about how his wife made all the holidays special. For the next hour we just share stories and eat, enjoying laughter and happy memories.
Sal remembered a story from one specific Christmas. He said that he and his brother Joey snooped and found their presents. Neither one of them were happy about what they were going to get, so some arguing resulted and eventually his mother found out what they’d done.
Just a little red-faced, he laughs and pokes Antonio in the arm. “She was so pissed in fact, that she made us open up our gifts on Christmas morning, then loaded us in the car with them and drove us to an orphanage. Mom made us give our presents to kids who were less fortunate.” Sal shakes his head and looks past my shoulder and through the doorway to the deck. “I will never forget that Christmas. That was one lesson I learned the hard way. Joey too. We were never ungrateful again!”
I’ve got tears in my eyes. “Wow! I love it! I think me and Marie would have gotten along great!”
Antonio nods.
“Yes, Marie would have loved you. It’s-a-too bad you never met. That would have been nice.”
I smile at my old friend. “That’s how I feel about my dad. The two of you would have been buddies for sure!”
After I helped clean up breakfast and Antonio went out on his deck with Toby, I let Sal know I’ve got to go home and check my cell phone for messages. He offers to walk over with me.
When we enter, Sal notices the twelve- foot tray ceilings and crown moldings that befit the mansion.
“Want a fifty-cent tour?” I ask. He accepts with a grin and I begin in the large foyer with the eye-popping staircase.
I show him the kitchen, the living room, the huge dining room with a table for twenty. Then the library and study, which I use for my computer.
“And this,” I point, “is the mud room.”
Sal knitted his eyebrows together. I bite back a laugh, but his expression is one of confusion.
“The mudroom? What’s a mudroom ?”
A laugh bursts out me like a soda that’s been shaken in the heat. “I asked the same thing when I came here. It’s a special room to take off your muddy boots or dirty clothes so you don’t drag dirt through the house-it’s right next to the laundry room.”
Sal’s eyebrows go up and he widens his eyes. “Ooh, fancy.”
“Okay, okay… upstairs,” I snarl.” I show him multiple bedrooms, a playroom and bathrooms that are never used. At the end of the long hallway we enter my bedroom. He walks in and looks around.
“Nice,” he says. “Did you decorate this room?”
“Yes, I got to do this room and the adjoining bathroom.”
He walks into the huge bathroom and turns on some lights.
“I like the colors you picked, Gracie. You have very nice taste. Plums and gold’s-I like it.”
“Thanks, Sal.”
He walks around gazing at the light fixtures. “I notice you have some lights out. I can fix those for you, if you want.”
“Really? That would be great. I don’t like ladders much and besides, it’s still too high for me to reach. I have extra bulbs in this closet.”
I show him the stuff in the closet and then show him the maintenance closet at the other end of the hall where I keep the six foot ladder.
While he’s busy, I grab my cell phone and notice I have two missed calls and a couple of text messages.
Celine called to tell me there is a Southern Woman’s Society meeting on Friday at ten in the morning to discuss the annual holiday dinner fundraiser for Children with Cancer. I find myself nodding. Although I loath that meeting with those uptight bitchy women, I do love helping to give those sick
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