Chapter 4
Manuelo Delvalle was doing his job, cleaning the Carlson's house. He had worked for them for almost 16 years now. He had his own family once. But his wife divorced him and took their 3 month old daughter. He rarely ever thought about them, but today they just popped into his head.
"Manuelo! Manuelo?" Riley Carlson called"Manny are you here?"
"I'm in the Kitchen!"he called back.
"Hey Manuelo. This is my new friend Marisol, Marisol this is Manuelo."
"How do you do Marisol?"
"Good, how about you."She replied.
"Very well, thank you. So are two in the same class in school?"
"Yeah"said Riley"Were in Social Studies together. Um...we just came in here for a snack."
"Oh, well, help yourselves."
"Thank you" Said Marisol
As Manuelo walked into the Living Room he whispered to Riley"I don't hate her."
*Why does she look so familiar? And that name...hmm...mabey, no* he shrugged of the thought.
"We'll be in my room, okay Manny?"said Riley.
"I'm sorry what?"Manuelo asked.
"We'll be in my room. You okay?"
"Yes, It's just when I listen to Oprah..."He said pointing to the TV,
"It's okay Manny, I understand."
*Why does she look so, familiar? Oh my gosh!!! She's...She's...She's MARISOL!!!!*
Manuelo got really excited and went into his room to be sure Marisol was his daughter. He looked at her picture. "Manuelo!" he thought, "She was only 3 months old, WAIT! She looks just like her Mother!"
"Riley? Marisol?" Manny called, "Can I see you for a minute?"
~*~Okay Manuelo isn't that motherly, but hey, Oh well. ~*~
Manuelo Delvalle was doing his job, cleaning the Carlson's house. He had worked for them for almost 16 years now. He had his own family once. But his wife divorced him and took their 3 month old daughter. He rarely ever thought about them, but today they just popped into his head.
"Manuelo! Manuelo?" Riley Carlson called"Manny are you here?"
"I'm in the Kitchen!"he called back.
"Hey Manuelo. This is my new friend Marisol, Marisol this is Manuelo."
"How do you do Marisol?"
"Good, how about you."She replied.
"Very well, thank you. So are two in the same class in school?"
"Yeah"said Riley"Were in Social Studies together. Um...we just came in here for a snack."
"Oh, well, help yourselves."
"Thank you" Said Marisol
As Manuelo walked into the Living Room he whispered to Riley"I don't hate her."
*Why does she look so familiar? And that name...hmm...mabey, no* he shrugged of the thought.
"We'll be in my room, okay Manny?"said Riley.
"I'm sorry what?"Manuelo asked.
"We'll be in my room. You okay?"
"Yes, It's just when I listen to Oprah..."He said pointing to the TV,
"It's okay Manny, I understand."
*Why does she look so, familiar? Oh my gosh!!! She's...She's...She's MARISOL!!!!*
Manuelo got really excited and went into his room to be sure Marisol was his daughter. He looked at her picture. "Manuelo!" he thought, "She was only 3 months old, WAIT! She looks just like her Mother!"
"Riley? Marisol?" Manny called, "Can I see you for a minute?"
~*~Okay Manuelo isn't that motherly, but hey, Oh well. ~*~