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I know there's a fluctuating
nyc accent in this chapter (heck, in most of the things
I write) but I wrote this at like 6 in the morning and really don't care enough
about the accents to perfect them.
Chapter 2
My father was Italian, mother Irish. For those of you who don't know, the Irish and Italians don't exactly smile upon relationships between the families if ya know what I mean. I never understood it: we all have the same chances at winning or losing a bet, so what's the difference? Anyhow, my mother was Martha Higgins and my father Antonio Giuseppe. My mother and father grew up no different, both in low middle class families.
My parents lived
in the same town of
Pop first noticed Ma 'cause she made him laugh. Yeah, this is the girl makin' the guy laugh this time, instead of the other way around. It's really not that hard to believe. See, she would always mutter all these things under her breath at the teacher, and at least once a day say them out loud for the whole class to hear. What would Ma say, you ask? Well, a variety of things. But they were all funny. My mother was a wisecracker, just like me. Taught me everything I know, but that also comes later.
Now it wasn't long till my father asked my mother out. (And don't worry, they were old enough to, we're not talking about a Kindergarten wedding on the playground here, they were about my age. Ma hardly hesitated, than accepted, knowing full well about both of their families ensuing and immediate disapproval. That was only encouragement for my mother, though. She despised it when anyone tried to tell her what to do, and the idea of a forbidden relationship was too tempting to pass up. Like that last bet that ya know you don't have the money for, but just have to be in on. Besides, my father wasn't too hard on the eyes. In fact, he was the most handsome guy in the class. Got that from my father. That's all I got from him, my looks and my life. *Pauses as an undetectable emotion flickers over his face, but is quickly dissipates* For that matter, my mother was quite the beauty herself.
It didn't take much time for the Giuseppes and Higgins' to find
out about Pop and Ma. It took them even
less time to prohibit the entire relationship. Of course, my parents would have none of it. By then, they both thought that they were in
love, and no one could convince them otherwise. So, they ran off to
And now I've run outta papes and my stomach's telling me that it's time to
head to Tibby's. I know what you're thinking: that's kind of
anti-climactic, right? Well, you better hold onto your pants, 'cause they best is yet to
come. *Holds out hands and flashes
brilliant smile* Me.