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‘Good idea!’
‘Oh, you might go there right now! I would be awfully happy then! Fiona interrupts angrily, sitting upright.
‘I see, you envy us!’ I say.
‘Me? Why should I?’
‘Because we don’t ask you to join us!’
‘Pf-f-f! Who needs you and your ants?’ she says with contempt.
‘Great! We can do pretty well without you too!’ I exclaim.
‘Do whatever you want and shut up at last!’ Fiona growls.
‘You shut up, cabbage head!’ my brother steps in.
‘A whole day of silence for all of you, for lack of respect to each other,’ Father concludes.
Chapter 7
Gatto
Rufus and I have got a friend. It’s a cat. He’s fat and heavy. We often see him sleeping in or under a tree. He walks and speaks slowly. It irritates sometimes, because you might think, the cat ignores your presence and doesn’t want to talk at all.
When Rufus asked him about his name, typically, the cat’s answer wasn’t quick. Different people gave him different names. One of the old ladies he was living with last summer called him ‘Gatto’ and he liked it.
Rufus and I often think the same way. At that moment we gave each other a nod and started calling him by that name.
‘How old are you, Gatto?’ I ask.
‘Does it matter?’ he says. I don’t know what to answer.
‘If you don’t want to talk, just tell us. No biggie!’
‘You can keep it a secret if you want,’ Rufus says, who doesn’t like any awkward situations.
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