Double Trouble

Chapter 39

"Official insult." - She responds with her poker face on again. Fidelio frowns. "Wait does that mean I can show this dickheads the middle finger next time and doesn't get in trouble?" A now super hyper Tyler asks. 

"No."

"Yes." 

Fidelio growls at Li. Ha, take that! She's a fucking layer, you can fuck off GG. Nice nickname, by the way, right? Yes, it's from Li - but give me this one second, okay? -, who just shrugs and counters calmly and truthfully. "Technically yes. Official insult doesn't stand in the criminal code, so no, it's no crime. But, of course, they can give you a fine. Showing the middle finger would be around 4 thousand euro in Germany for example - I don't know how much it would be in Italy - but if you're lucky and have a nice officer, they won't do anything about it."

"I don't care about the fine, important is that it isn't a crime ..."

"Don't get stupid thoughts, you won't show the police your middle finger or curse at them, you understand?" - Fidelio scolds him and I can hardly hold back my laugher. How normal this conservation is, only someone like Ernesto could kill this mood. 

"Who want to show the police the middle finger or curse a them?" - Speaking from the devil. Neither me or Li can do something against rolling the eyes. What is with them and interrupting every conversation?! He should really consider to go to a therapist and get down of his stress level, otherwise he will die at the age of 50. Not that I would care. 

Li bends over to my ear and whispers. "Am I in trouble?" I turn my gaze back to the scene in front of us. Tyler nevertheless, hyper and happy. Fidelio, everything but scary. Ernesto, just being ridiculous. And every one other, watching the spectacle interested. 

We turn to each other again and say "No."

"Why looked Tyler like he just won the lottery?" - Angolo and every other of this family appears from the dinning room direction. 

"Oh he just found out that official insult isn't a crime, which he WON'T use out." - Fidelio gives him a pointed look. 

Some frown, some raise an eyebrow. 

"How ... ?" - Angolo asks slowly. 

"Neliana told him." Each attention is now laying on her but she's used to it and just shrugs truthfully again. 

"After he asked." 

"Why do you know such stuff?"

"Right, how do you know this? It sounded like experience ..."

Damn, if they would know how right they are. I doubt that we lost less than 20.000 euro just because of her temper. 

"Oh, I just think that everybody should know about their own rights. And after every police officer says 'That's official insult.' , like it is nothing, I was kind of curious." 

Lies, lies, lies. Everywhere lies. She just knows it because of her studies and for her own advantage when she drives too fast again. 

"Okay-" - Ernesto doesn't seem that convinced but Micaela, our grandmother, interrupt. 

"Great, you are here, you must be so hungry!" - She doesn't give us time to answer before she formally drag us in the dining room, past the others. Now we are sitting on bar chairs next to each other and she in the kitchen. "What do you both want?"

Micaela

My little granddaughter and her twin are sitting in front of me and it feels like a dream. The best. They are so beautiful and have both still their heterochromia which is so special. Normally it goes away in the toddler age but not by them.