Dinnie Goes Home
As I rode home in the car I wondered where Guthrie and Belen and Keisuke all were. While I was thinking
my father made feeble attempts at conversation.
⌠Did you have fun■? He asked.
⌠Yeah■ I said vaguely.
When we got home I found my mom and Stella and who I guess was George and baby Michael toddling along
waiting for me in front of our house. Mom and Stella holding the baby rushed toward me to hug me. George however
stayed behind.
⌠Hi you must be Dinnie■ he said shyly
⌠Yep that would be me!■ I said heartily with my newly acquired Italian accent.
⌠Are you Italian or something■? He asked except when he asked he said Italian like I-talian.
⌠My grandma Fiorelli is, but no I just spent 9 months in the Italian speaking part of Switzerland■ I said.
With that we all went inside. Inside our house was just like I remembered. So when I went to put my
away you can imagine my surprise when none of the stuff I left behind was in me and Stella▓s room. Instead there
was a huge double bed and a crib for baby Michael I guess. Apparently they really had replaced me. I went back out
to the kitchen to ask where my stuff should go.
⌠Oh sorry about that I guess we forgot to tell you Michael and George▓s stuff was moved into Stella and
yours room.■ My mom said. ⌠You can put it in Crick▓s room for now.■
Later that night I asked my mom about how things were going with everything at home while I was gone. She
said it was pretty rough. I might have to get a job to help out the family. Then you don▓t want to know what I
said. Actually I▓m not sure of what I said seeing as I was yelling in a mixture of Italian, Spanish, and Japanese
I had picked up from my friends at school. Now you have to realize my mom hadn▓t been back to Italy since she
moved to America so she didn▓t understand everything I said in Italian but she could understand I was not happy.
That night in bed I while I was stewing about the unfairness of it, I thought of Guthrie. I wonder where he
lived and would he ever be on vacation in New Mexico.