I had a fight with Michael today. I guess it was my fault though. But he
shouldn't have yelled at me.
I was thinking about James and the double date. And I just got to work ( I
still work at MacMichael and Sons). Well, one of the barristers asked me
to photocopy something for her so I went to the photocopying room and did
so. So while I was waiting for this stupid photocopier to work, I started
thinking about James and then my mind accidentally drifted off to Jacob.
And, well, uh, I got a little bit annoyed with god-knows-what, I dunno, it
must be PMS or something, I just knocked over the vase onto the
photocopier and uhhh. it stuffed up.
It was no big deal or anything. We have three photocopiers at the firm. And the one that I stuffed just happened to be the oldest and most disliked one. Even my bosses didn't yell at me and they didn't even make me pay oor anything. But no-o, Michael just had to come up to me and take me to his office and throw a fit at me. I mean, what's his problem.
Oh well, I guess, I'll go over and apologise later. I fight with him so much now. He is just so stubborn. He thinks he is the best at everything and never ever admits that his wrong. But for some reason, I love him and all these flaws that come with him. Michael Andretti is my father, and the fact is, I love that idea.
Before I go and apologise, there is something veryr important I need to do. I need to talk to nonna.
When I arrive, I see Michael sitting there already, sipping his coffee calmly but when I saw his eyes flicker towards me, his expression changed slightly. 'Hi nonna.' I say. 'Oh Ullo, my Jozzie, bella.' She replies in that Italian accent that I love.
I look at Michael, and our eyes meet, he understands I need to talk to nonna. He excuses himself politely and leaves me and nonna in peace.
'Nonna?' I start, in a serioius tone that she seems to notice. 'Yes Jozzie?' she replied 'I've got something to tell you. I think you should know.' 'Jozzie' she gasps, 'don' tell nonna dat you told Christina about Marcus, Jozzie, no, you wouldn't do dat to nonna.' 'Of course not nonna, I never would. This is about a booy from last year.' I whispered thee last sentence.'
Nonna takes my hand and says, 'Tell nonna Jozzie, tell nonna.'
'Well nonna. I've always wanted you to meet him. But there just never was the right chance. And now, it's too late.' A lump started to form at the back of my throat and I felt my eyes burning. Yet I continue.
It was no big deal or anything. We have three photocopiers at the firm. And the one that I stuffed just happened to be the oldest and most disliked one. Even my bosses didn't yell at me and they didn't even make me pay oor anything. But no-o, Michael just had to come up to me and take me to his office and throw a fit at me. I mean, what's his problem.
Oh well, I guess, I'll go over and apologise later. I fight with him so much now. He is just so stubborn. He thinks he is the best at everything and never ever admits that his wrong. But for some reason, I love him and all these flaws that come with him. Michael Andretti is my father, and the fact is, I love that idea.
Before I go and apologise, there is something veryr important I need to do. I need to talk to nonna.
When I arrive, I see Michael sitting there already, sipping his coffee calmly but when I saw his eyes flicker towards me, his expression changed slightly. 'Hi nonna.' I say. 'Oh Ullo, my Jozzie, bella.' She replies in that Italian accent that I love.
I look at Michael, and our eyes meet, he understands I need to talk to nonna. He excuses himself politely and leaves me and nonna in peace.
'Nonna?' I start, in a serioius tone that she seems to notice. 'Yes Jozzie?' she replied 'I've got something to tell you. I think you should know.' 'Jozzie' she gasps, 'don' tell nonna dat you told Christina about Marcus, Jozzie, no, you wouldn't do dat to nonna.' 'Of course not nonna, I never would. This is about a booy from last year.' I whispered thee last sentence.'
Nonna takes my hand and says, 'Tell nonna Jozzie, tell nonna.'
'Well nonna. I've always wanted you to meet him. But there just never was the right chance. And now, it's too late.' A lump started to form at the back of my throat and I felt my eyes burning. Yet I continue.