"Come on, h il tempo di cena, time to eat!" exclaimed Mr.Belvidere. He patted his stomach and motioned Otto and Sunny into the kitchen.
Otto pulled out a chair for Sunny, then sat down himself. He eyed the pizza, ready to eat, but Sunny sat motionless, and gave him a funny look. He looked back at her, with the same look. She nodded her head towards his grandparents. They had their heads bowed, ready to ask the blessing. Oops, Otto thought.
"Otto, inchinarsi la sua testa, essere rispettoso! You're la nonna is about to pregare," scolded his grandfather.
"Dolente, I'm sorry." He looked down at the table as he listened to his grandmother's thick Italian voice.
"Caro, ringrazia lei per tutto, e per il mio prezioso ed il suo bello prende qui. Per favore di benedire questo cibo. Amen."
As soon as the word was done, Otto shoveled a slice of pizza into his mouth. He noticed his grandparents were staring at him peculiarly. Sunny had a slice of pizza halfway in her mouth; she put it back down onto her plate.
"Il nipote, what are you doing? There is a la signora present; you let her eat first, house rules." His grandmother took a sip of wine.
"Sorry. It's just at my house..."
Mrs. Belvidere interrupted. "Well, in la mia casa, you abide by my rules. Eh, you can't tell i bambini americani anything, you kids have no manners."
"I'm sorry, la nonna."
"Eh."
Sunny smiled, giggled, and began eating. Then Otto started to eat his crumpled pizza. Mr. Belvidere sat upright and smiled.
"To celebrate your arrival, we decided to rent a limo, and send you two out on a night on the town! Our friend, Phillipio, will be driving you. He will give you una tournée della nostra cittB dolce in Italia, a tour of our city in Italy. You will be site-seeing and going to a romantic restaurant for dessert, and il gran finale, a la barca ride down the canal."
Sunny and Otto both looked at each other with excitement. "Awesome!" they said in unison.
"Alright, the limo will be here at seven. Now, don't you bambinis dress in jeans a t-shirts," added Mrs. Belvidere. "What will you two be wearing?"
Otto and Sunny looked bewildered. "Well, I didn't bring anything special. All I brought were jeans and a t-shirt," Sunny said with sorrow.
"I brought some khakis and a rugby shirt just in case," Otto informed.
"Otto, you are fine. Now, Savannah, I know just the thing. I have kept it for years, and you look about my size when I was a girl." Mrs. Belvidere sat up and walked down the hall to her room.
Sunny got a cold feeling in the pit of her stomach. She didn't want to hurt Mrs.Belvidere's feelings, but she didn't want to wear some goofy frock either.
Otto pulled out a chair for Sunny, then sat down himself. He eyed the pizza, ready to eat, but Sunny sat motionless, and gave him a funny look. He looked back at her, with the same look. She nodded her head towards his grandparents. They had their heads bowed, ready to ask the blessing. Oops, Otto thought.
"Otto, inchinarsi la sua testa, essere rispettoso! You're la nonna is about to pregare," scolded his grandfather.
"Dolente, I'm sorry." He looked down at the table as he listened to his grandmother's thick Italian voice.
"Caro, ringrazia lei per tutto, e per il mio prezioso ed il suo bello prende qui. Per favore di benedire questo cibo. Amen."
As soon as the word was done, Otto shoveled a slice of pizza into his mouth. He noticed his grandparents were staring at him peculiarly. Sunny had a slice of pizza halfway in her mouth; she put it back down onto her plate.
"Il nipote, what are you doing? There is a la signora present; you let her eat first, house rules." His grandmother took a sip of wine.
"Sorry. It's just at my house..."
Mrs. Belvidere interrupted. "Well, in la mia casa, you abide by my rules. Eh, you can't tell i bambini americani anything, you kids have no manners."
"I'm sorry, la nonna."
"Eh."
Sunny smiled, giggled, and began eating. Then Otto started to eat his crumpled pizza. Mr. Belvidere sat upright and smiled.
"To celebrate your arrival, we decided to rent a limo, and send you two out on a night on the town! Our friend, Phillipio, will be driving you. He will give you una tournée della nostra cittB dolce in Italia, a tour of our city in Italy. You will be site-seeing and going to a romantic restaurant for dessert, and il gran finale, a la barca ride down the canal."
Sunny and Otto both looked at each other with excitement. "Awesome!" they said in unison.
"Alright, the limo will be here at seven. Now, don't you bambinis dress in jeans a t-shirts," added Mrs. Belvidere. "What will you two be wearing?"
Otto and Sunny looked bewildered. "Well, I didn't bring anything special. All I brought were jeans and a t-shirt," Sunny said with sorrow.
"I brought some khakis and a rugby shirt just in case," Otto informed.
"Otto, you are fine. Now, Savannah, I know just the thing. I have kept it for years, and you look about my size when I was a girl." Mrs. Belvidere sat up and walked down the hall to her room.
Sunny got a cold feeling in the pit of her stomach. She didn't want to hurt Mrs.Belvidere's feelings, but she didn't want to wear some goofy frock either.
