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Marco - 2. Chapter 2
Saturday after practice, "Marco, can we talk?"
"Sure, what do you want to talk about?"
"Why are you avoiding me? Monday, I went to your house, and your mom said you already left. Vinny had to drive me to school all week. I didn't see you at lunch all week, and Vinny had to come and get me. Why?"
"You should ask Vinny. I asked you to pick a date. Instead, you come up with excuses. Then Vinny said to leave you alone, so that is what I'm doing."
Tony got up and left. He didn't say goodbye or anything. When I got home, Mom wanted to know if everything is alright. I told her what I told Tony. She hugged me, smiled, and handed me a cup of coffee. Somehow, that seemed to make things better.
After a month of seeing Tony only at practice, I began to feel better. Maybe, Tony was right, and this relationship is over.
Three months later, I knew it was over. At lunchtime in the cafeteria, Tony was sitting with a guy I hadn't seen before. They seemed to be enjoying themselves. Tony was laughing. Being nosey, I hung around school after classes. I saw Tony get into this guy's car. The strange thing was I wasn't jealous. It felt as if a weight had been lifted off my shoulders. Thinking if I truly loved Tony, then I would feel something. I didn't feel anything.
Saturdays at practice and the games, Tony had this new guy with him. I remembered how it was with us, at first. After the last game of the season, I met this new man in Tony's life.
I was walking to my car when Tony and his friend met me at my car. It seemed his friend had parked next to me. Tony couldn't avoid me, "Hi Marco, good game."
"Hi, Tony.
"I don't think you know Charles. Charles, this is a good friend of mine, Marco. Marco, this is Charles, my boyfriend."
I smiled, "Nice to meet you, Charles." We chatted for a few minutes until Vinny showed up.
"Good game, guys."
I smiled and went to get in my car. But Vinny wasn't done, "Marco, what do you think of Charles, Tony's new boyfriend?"
I wanted to say something about Vinny sticking his nose into something that wasn't his business. "It doesn't matter what I think; he's not my boyfriend."
"Oh, that's right. You don't have a boyfriend."
"I'm not in a hurry. Next time I'll make sure love given is love returned. What about you Vinny, still haven't found an apartment and no girlfriend on your arm?" I knew that Vinny hadn't found a girlfriend. The rumor was he was too demanding and very bossy.
"There's plenty of time, and why should I look for an apartment. I'm very comfortable living at home, and I haven't found the right girl. I like the old fashion type, like my mother. Dad is the boss."
I thought good luck with that. He will need to go to the old country to find that type of woman. Living here, she will learn not to put up with his bullshit.
The semester ended, and I found an intern job for the summer. My objective was to get a master's degree in accounting then pass the CPA Boards. Last year I worked in an accounting office as an intern. I went back, and they agreed to take me on for this summer.
I was working for about a month when Mom asked me if I remembered the Nissons. They were a family from Sweden who use to live about three blocks from us. They had one son and two daughters. "Yes, their son Karl was in my grade in elementary school. They had two daughters who, if I remembered correctly, were several years younger than Karl. Why do you ask?"
"They have moved back."
"Wasn't his dad with some Swedish company?"
"Yes, evidently, they have been transferred back. You liked Karl and had sleepovers with him."
"Yes, he was fun. He tried to teach me Swedish, and I tried to teach him Italian. I think we developed our own language." Smiling, I wondered what Karl looked like today. It has been several years since I've seen him.
"Who told you they were back?"
"Maria, she helped them get settled in their new home." Maria was a woman that helped Mom on baking day. Mom made all of our bread and pasta. It was a full day's work for Mom and Maria. The only time I ate bread from a grocer was when I was at school and bought my lunch.
"We need to invite them over. I'd like to see Karl and his sisters. I imagine they have grown quite a bit."
"I have invited them over for dinner on Sunday."
I smiled. It would be good to see them, especially Karl.
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