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Chapter Fourteen Nice Ring To It

The woman with graying hair and blue eyes looks just like an older version of Tatianna. Ah, so this must be her Mamma. We walk up to the house, and she stops us at the door. A look of worry is plastered on her face.

"Tatianna chi è il tuo amico?" The woman with the graying hair stares at me like I am an outsider. If only they knew I could speak and understand Italian. I feel myself grinning although this situation is nerve raking I have the upper hand.

"Mamma per favore non essere scortese!" Tatianna says with pleading eyes.  I didn't think she was rude. Then again, Papa is ten times worse, but that's a story for another day.

"Tatianna perché lo hai portato?" Her Mamma asks while sizing me up and down with her eyes. Her tone is coming off as icy. Im starting to feel unwanted here.

Translate- Tatianna, who's your friend

- Mamma, please don't be rude!

-why did you bring him?

"Mamma per favore è il mio f

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