All Chapters of A Night With The Past: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

PastApril 2009 Days after burying our mother in the family crypt, we went with Grandpa to visit her. We were sitting on some blankets that Giulia arranged so that we could have a picnic, something that surprised us because she felt completely disturbed, so much so that the doctor prescribed some tranquilizers. Faced with that, Adriano had the brilliant idea that a season locked up in a mental nursing home would do him good to overcome the trauma and Enzo almost pulled his teeth.It was my grandfather who calmed the waters and had a private meeting with my father and older brother. That's why I realized that whatever Grandpa would tell us wouldn't be a simple thing."Now they don't have their mother, and they have to be strong together, more than ever, at least until I figure things out," he said earnestly. “They have to be strong, hold on until their father arrives and if something happens, they need to get back to me as soon as possible.”"Thank you, old man," Enzo replied calmly,

PastApril 2009My father ushered the guests into the dining room, only he didn't count on the great detail that my grandfather Maurizio would be sitting at the headboard, drinking the most valuable whiskey in his collection. Matteo restrained himself, didn't let go of the fake smile, invited the Russo’s to sit down, then he took the other chair at the headboard, and so his children sat down to the side. I was wise to sit to my grandfather's right.I didn't want to get married."Dear Fabio, you know my eldest sons and father-in-law," Matteo said in a grim tone. “He introduced you to my youngest son, Enzo, he is sixteen years old, he goes to the Magno school, in the tenth grade and he is an excellent athlete.”"It's a pleasure to meet the male offspring of the Bascianos," replied the old man, looking at us condescendingly, and you could see at once how patently macho he was.” They seem like good prospects.”"Of course," Grandpa added with amusement. “They are Moretti after all, they ne

Past April 2009 Calm was what I was looking for and I only did that in the pool, so I headed there and swam for a long time before lying down on a sun lounger, there I realized that a brown leather wallet, aged, was underneath it. I opened it and noticed that it belonged to Grandpa's mechanic friend, Mr. Bruce, and it was my golden opportunity to investigate it. The wallet contained a debit card, two credit cards, a South Dakota driver's license, an organ donor card, about $500 in cash, and a copy of a tax permit from a shop in Aberdeen. That proved that I was a mechanic, and that I had to go back to the public library or my father would hunt down the trail. However, he trusted Grandpa, he wouldn't bring him, just like that. Seeing one of the pockets, a series of photos were hidden. There was that of a blonde woman, very beautiful, and on the back, it said: the love that could not be. It felt very intense, which made the memories of conversations with my grandparents make sense.

PastApril 2009Why are teenager’s idiots?That was my first thought as I walked into Central High School in Aberdeen early that Tuesday morning when I saw my locker painted with the word "Fox" painted for the third time.Ever since I was in high school, my appearance turned out to be a complete nuisance for the simple reason that the boys had the belief that they should have me. When I told them no, they got to the point of doing stupid things like that and spreading horrendous rumors."It favors women," said the popular boys."He goes out with old people, that's why you don't see him with young people," said the envious ones."He works as an escort for men with money," commented some creatives."She's a hateful, frigid woman who doesn't feel anything," said the boy I punched between the mouth and nose for going too far with me and touching my breast to satisfy his curiosity.And just like that, they crept into my life as if nothing had happened.They were a nuisance that snowballed.

PastMay 2009A full week passed before I could say that I was part of the team that made life in the workshop.Somehow, I had managed a position without realizing it due to my eagerness to solve minimal things. I put together a calendar for Bruce and explained to him in a simple way how he could go about taking care of everyone in the same week depending on the type of work."If you take an average of the working day time and the type of work, you can calculate the time of disposition that can be given to a client," I said, showing him an Excel document in which I had set all the necessary parameters. “It's not that difficult, if I had access to Access, I would put together a database in which you would only put the repairs to be done and it would give you the time, a budget estimate and when the appointment would be pertinent according to the order of arrival.”The Smith brothers saw me with raised eyebrows, Bruce, who was folded in a perennial evaluation show, looked intrigued, and