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"It has been a while buddy."Charlie replied.
"By the way, this is my friend Jake. Jake, Jenny and Margaret."
"Nizza pe incontrare voi."(Nice to meet you.) I said as we shook hands.
"Si. Ho aspettato con ansia questo giorno. Charlie mi ha detto molto di te."( Yes. I have been looking forward to this day. Charlie has told me much about you.) he replied. My face felt hot. I think I could have been as red as a tomato.
"Really?" my friend Jenny said."Di dove sei?"(Where are you from?)
"New York, actually."
"It seems you practiced your Italian, or learned it very well." I commented. It was true. He speaks Italian better than me.
"I knew this moment was coming." He said and winked at Charlie.
"Let's celebrate! Mom said she'll cook something special for us since it's the last day of school. You can come too." I said to Jake.
"Sure." He said in that low, strong voice.
As soon as we entered, the sound of my Mom singing was heard. It was enchanting. She heard the door close and she handed us papers with a title that read Menu for the Day.
"I do hope you have something to do while waiting. By the way, you must be new in town. I'm Margaret's mother, Mary." she said and shook hands with Jake then winked at me.
"I'll have my favorite, risotto and lasagna. Thank you." I said.
"I'll have the garden pizza." Jake said.
"I'll have spaghetti alla puttanesca." Jenny said.
"And I'll have everything, Mrs. Charboneau." Charlie said then laughed. "Just kidding. I'll have a salad."
"Maybe we can discuss our travel plans while we wait?" Jenny suggested.
"Okay then. Where do we do it?"
"Nella mia stanza."(In my room.)
I led everybody up the stairs. I noticed Jake was whispering to Charlie.
"What are you two talking about?" I demanded.
"Nothing." Jake said and he smiled.
"Well if it was nothing, you wouldn't have to be whispering." Jenny said, siding me. I love Jenny.
"The sooner we get there the better, Jake."
"Yeah you're right. But let her enjoy her ignorance while she can."
We entered my room. The first thing Jake noticed was the corner of my room dedicated to my pastime: Greek mythology. I had posters of all the Olympian gods taped to the wall.
"It's quite detailed. Even Nike's here. She'd love that."
"And she hates being confused with my favorite shoe brand." I said and smiled.
"Yeah. Who is your favorite?"
Guess who?
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