THE ITALIAN THING

 

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A small excerpt from chapter 16. You can read the rest in the book. It can be found on Amazon. Enjoy!!!

That morning, Pasquale had gone to work and Franca had gone to the beauty salon. The children were in school. Yes, believe it or not, they did have school that day but would be home by one P.M., the start of their vacation. So, Mike and I had the place all to ourselves.

We decided to take showers before everyone came home for the afternoon meal. We were trying to be as considerate as we could. I told Mike he could take his first. I reminded him about the water shortage and told him not to take too long because I didn’t want to use up all the water in his cousin’s tank before the next delivery. We had been taking showers every day when we’d first arrived, but had cut down to every other day.

When Mike was finished, I gathered my clothes and went into the bathroom. I turned on the faucet in the tub. Nothing. I turned on the other faucet—nothing. I went to the sink. No water. My heart jumped into my throat. I threw on my clothes and ran out of the bathroom yelling, “Mike! You used up all the water! There’s no water!”

What are you talking about?”

I’m telling you, there’s no water. The well is dry.”

Get out of here!” he said.

No, it’s the truth. Try turning on the water.”

He did. He tried every faucet in the house. Nothing. My biggest fear had come true. We had single-handedly used all of his cousin’s water in less than two weeks. We looked at each other, not knowing whether to shit or go blind.

I told Mike he had to call his cousin and tell him since he was the one who used up the last bit of water. I also suggested that we quickly pack our bags, call an airport car, and leave immediately. We actually started laughing; I think it was because we didn’t know what else to do. After our initial panic, Mike finally got the nerve to call his cousin.

Pasquale was at his office. I was totally embarrassed. We both felt terrible. Pasquale came home to evaluate the situation. It only took him about ten minutes to get to the flat, because he was (thankfully!) working at his office in Naro that day. When he arrived, were apologizing all over the place. He kept saying, “Don’t worry, everything will be fine.

I hated that phrase. It was almost like a polite cuss instead of calling us dumb-ass Americans. We told Pasquale we would pay for the water if he could get someone to come and refill the well. And yet, what were the chances of that, when the next day was Christmas Eve?

I was frantic. Mike was pale. Pasquale went down to the garage. When he came back up, he made a phone call, spoke a few minutes and hung up. He explained to Mike that we did not use up all the water, only the well pump was not functioning. There was plenty of water. The repairman would be coming within half an hour to fix the problem.

Pasquale also told us once again that everything would be fine, and for once, I was glad to hear it. Pasquale went back to work. Mike and I were relieved after the repairman came and installed the new pump. I was able to take my shower.

21 thoughts on “THE ITALIAN THING

  1. Ahhhh wells! We have always had a “well” here and sometimes I think the bucket on a rope would be easier and less problematic …I can truly fully relate to your “well “troubles…lol

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