Note: I wrote this last night, and since I haven't updated a while, I thought I would post two chapters for you.

Within the next night or so, Mama and Johnny were talking about his birthday weekend.

"Are you having fun, Johnny?" she asked.

"Yes, I am. This is quite an interesting birthday with meeting your old high school friends."

They both were talking in Mama's room at the house.

"When did you say we go back home?" Johnny asked, scratching his head.

"We leave Monday. Everybody goes to work."

He nodded.

"You don't have a job, Mama. You're retired, right?"

"Of course I am, Johnny. I'm happy I could bring you along for your birthday."

"I know. I don't want to share with Suzie and Carl about my weekend stay here in Milwaukee."

"You don't have to, Johnny. That's up to you if you want to tell the,"

Johnny nodded. It had made him happy that he stopped itching his head.

"Don't scratch your head, Johnny."

"Mama, do you know who that guy was in the leather jacket?"

"I remember talking about him with Marion. She said his name is Arthur Fonzarelli."

"That's an interesting last name. I think it's a hard name to pronounce."

"I don't know about that, Johnny. She has said it over the telephone a few times, so I did my best to have an idea on how to pronounce it."

"I'll keep that in mind. My favorite part on this trip is spending some alone time with Joanie."

"I'm sure she enjoyed that too, Johnny. Did she act like she enjoyed your company that day?"

"To me, it looked like she did. I hope that maybe she and I could do that again before we head home."

"Let's wait and see what happens first."

"I know, Mama. Maybe your friend should come out and visit you sometime."

"You're right, Johnny. I'm sure you could say that when we leave on Monday."

"Unless she says it first, but it's a good idea to keep in mind."

He looked at the clock: 8:57 PM. They both had been upstairs for half an hour. She and Johnny were both thinking of going to sleep. He was the first one to jump into the bathtub. Actually, it was the shower, not the bathtub.

He watched as his mother went downstairs to the living room. That's when he decided tonight was a good idea to wash his hair. Mama didn't care to look for him when she came back upstairs. She heard the shower was on, do there was no need to look. And Johnny didn't hear her say good – night to the Cunninghams. Mama sighed and yawned at the same time.

Johnny got out of the shower a couple minutes later when she came back upstairs. Johnny thought it was a good idea that he should go back to his room when Mama let him stay for a while they were staying. Yes, he found the guest room comfortable. Even Mama's room looked comfortable.

He did have his pajamas with him when he was having his shower taken. Mama was waiting at the bathroom door when he walked out.

"Mama, you don't have to wait for me to come out."

"I know, Johnny. You look better than you did this morning."

"I know. I'll see you in the morning."

"You will, Johnny."

Mama didn't leave until they hugged.

"Happy birthday, Johnny," she told him.

"You're welcome," he replied.

His birthday wasn't until tomorrow, which is Sunday. He and his mother are never religious people, so they there was no need for them to go to church and then come back and celebrate his birthday on the airplane back home.

"I'll call Carl tomorrow at the airport if he wouldn't mind picking us up."

"Who is going to take us to the airport?" he asked.

"I think it's Howard unless it's the other way around."

That was very understandable, Johnny told himself. Since they both don't know their way around Milwaukee, it was understandable they could get lost. Both Howard and Marion had done a very good job during the weekend's visit.

"I'm heading out to my room now."

"How are you doing in that guest room?"

"Both of those rooms are comfortable, Johnny. Good – night."

"Good – night to you too, Mama."

After that, both mother and son said anything after that. When Johnny entered his room, he yawned and fell sleep right away.