Temperance Constance Silva is a very powerful woman. She has the world at the palm of her hands. Well most of it anyway. She is getting through life the way she knows. She's a fighter and has been one sense before had air in her lungs. She won't sto...
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I woke up this morning to Mrs. Russo calling me. She is really stressing and doesn't have enough room in her car to move everything to the venue.
So here I am now, driving to her house because she needs to borrow my car space.
"Thank you so much dolce ragazzo! You're a life saver. I don't know what I would do without you!" She tells me as she gives me a hug. (Sweet boy.)
"You have helped me so much. It's only fair." I return the hug.
That's not a lie. She has helped me so much. She even pays me more than she advertised. I wish she didn't. I don't want to take her money.
"Do you mind helping me pack everything up? I can do it but I-"
"Yeah I was going to help even if you didn't want me to. Really, it's the least I could do." I cut her off.
"My gosh sei un ragazzo dolce dall'angolo!" Again she goes in for another hug. Again I return it. (You're an angle sweet boy.)
It takes us about 20 minutes to pack everything up, then we get going. It's about an hour drive so Mrs. Russo is playing music through my aux. For being an older lady, she has pretty good taste. But when I commented on it, she said it's because of her niece.
"How long have you owned the restaurant?" I ask to start some sort of conversation.
"It's been mine for about 30 years. I got the official paperwork for it when me and my husband married. One of the best days of my life. I got the job of my dreams and my husband for forever." She smiles as she remembers the memory.
"That's great! I want to be married to the love of my life for forever. That's the dream. Im glad you have it though! You deserve that and more." I complement her.
"Yeah, it gets hard sometimes. He gets on my nerves, but I love him to death. I would die for that man. I almost did, you know?" She tells me.
"Really? I Never knew that. Please tell me?" I ask a little shocked. But I'm kidding at the end. She can tell too. I don't want her to tell me something she isn't comfortable with sharing.
"It was a while back. Right before I gave brith to my first born. We went to a ball, some violence happened and someone tried to shoot at my husband. So I jumped in front of him. The bullet just barely missed my heat and any major things. But that day I didn't lose my husband, and I gave brith to a heathy baby boy. So I think it was a win win." She ends her story with a smile.
"Woah. That's a lot. What kind of ball lets people bring guns in?" I ask once again shocked by her.
She moves in her seat a little. Maybe the air conditioning. But before I can ask she talks. "It was a crazy night. Why did you move back? You never told me before?"
"I just needed to get away." Yeah there. I'm not technically lying. Just not telling the whole story. "I needed a fresh start, not a new beginning but a refresh if that makes sense."
