Chapter 7
"That's not good." Donny shook his head.
"SHUT UP!" I yelled.
"Don't get all mad at me!"
"I'm not!"
"Then why did you yell?"
"Because we lost out daughter and now your in Spain and know how to speak French and I'm in France and I only know how to speak Spanish!"
"That must be hard..."
"...Shut up."
"Fine!"
"Don't say fine to me like that!"
"Why not? You do it to me all the time!"
"I do not!"
"Do!"
"Don't!"
"Do!"
"Don't!"
"Do!"
"SHUT UP!"
"There! See? You getting all mad again!"
"I wouldn't be mad if you weren't so stubborn all the time!
"What can I say? I was born natural. Unlike some people..."
"Ex-cuse me?"
"You heard me! Loud and clear!"
"Yeah, a little too loud and a little too clear!"
"Never mind! This is stupid!"
"I agree! Wait a second..."
"What?"
"Hope!"
"What about her?"
"She always wanted to go to Paris and Spain, right?"
"Right..."
"And she never has because..."
"ANSWER ME!"
"OH! I don't know..."
"She took Italin!"
"Oh. What's your point?"
"Take the next plane to New York! I'll explain it to you then."
