Well, Donna's room was kind of a disappointment other than her confession to graffiti. I thought she was going to tell me something funny but the story ended up falling flat. She's usually a lot more humorous when she's self-depracating.
There's nothing disappointing about the lunch spread. There is a ton of food here! There's a full buffet of lunch meat and sandwich stuff, a large salad, and a huge pot of soup on the stove. I should have known. Italian Mom- there would be plenty of food. It's also really nice because I can get what I like and don't have to worry about offending her. I end up making a turkey sandwich and taking some chips.
"Josh- you wanna beer?" Sean asks.
"yeah. Thanks." I'm a little surprised when he hands me a can, but it's got a blue ribbon on it so it can't be too bad. I pop the top and look around for a glass. I notice that Sean just drinks straight from the can. Well, I guess when in Rome . . . Donna's watching me closely as I take a big swig. Oh my god. This stuff is terrible. I really just want to let it dribble out of my mouth, but I have to swallow. Donna smirks to herself and looks away, eyes dancing. I look around and see that nobody is really watching us, so I lean in and whisper directly in her ear:
"Why didn't you warn me?"
She whispers back- "some things you just have to discover for yourself."
"What's with the secrets over there? Something you want to share with the class?" Now that Bella's called attention to us, everyone is looking at us.
I cough a little and try to think of something to say. I look down at what Donna's eating.
"I was just wondering what kind of soup that is. It smells really good."
"Italian Wedding Soup." Donna's Mom says " I'll get you a bowl." Damn. Bad beer and now I have to try something new.
"You're teasing about the name, right?"
"No. That's really what it's called." Her Mom sets a big bowl in front of me. It really does smell good but its got spinach floating in it! Who ever heard of spinach in soup? It also has some sort of tiny pasta, tiny meatballs and carrots. Everyone is watching me. I remind myself that I have to go with the flow. I'd do anything for Donna. So I take a spoonful of the soup.
"This is really good." I hope I don't sound too shocked. The broth and pasta taste fine. I did manage to avoid the spinach. I hope the attention ends up somewhere else before I have to eat that.
Donna looks around and says-
"Hey, where are the kids?"
"Special permission to eat in the basement. I hope they aren't making a mess. I'd better go check on them." Bella heads downstairs.
Then Donna says "is there any Parmesan cheese?" Once her Mom leaves the room Donna quickly picks up her spoon and fishes as much spinach as she can out of my bowl and puts it in hers. God. I love her.
