In Too Deep

I woke to a horrific night mare and looked at the clock, 8:30. I headed down stairs for a shower. When I came out of the shower Paul was painting. “Breakfast?” Uncle Christian offered. “Yes, Please.” “Come ti senti (how do you feel)?” “Much better thank-you.” “Glad to hear it, anything else wrong?” “Paul’s appointment is around noon correct?” “Sì (yes).” I looked over at Uncle Donavan “How do I address him, Uncle Christian?” “Fool, come here, Alex, wishes to speak to you.” He called to his brother. I choked on my waffles trying not to laugh. “You find him amusing?” Uncle Donavan asked limping into the kitchen. “Spiacente (sorry), Sir” I gulped. “It’s fine. What do you wish of me?” I gulped and looked at my Uncle Christian. “It’s alright, Alex, his growl is the scariest thing to him; especially since he’s broken.” Uncle Christian chuckled. “Don’t push it, you are still my fratellino(little brother).” I gulped again what do you say to someone you have only seen two other times in your life; Once when you were born, and once because you were an unstable teenager who needed a baby sitter. I gulped harder. “Buon giorno (good morning), Sir.” “Good morning, how are you? How did you sleep?” His demeanor was not calming like Uncle Christian’s; it was harsh and gruff like sand paper. Ok, Sir.” I choked. “Have you met, Paul?” “Yes, he is well spirited and full of life.” “Thank-you, Sir” I spilled orange juice on myself from shaking so hard. “Easy Alex, Donavan take it easy on him he is more Bella than Colt sometimes. You probably looked more sociable last night on the morphine.” Uncle Christian laughed. I said don’t push it CHRISTIAN!” “Irritabile. Irritabili, andare a rispondere alla porta(irritable. Cranky go answer the door).” “Why don’t you. I am speaking to our nipote (nephew).” Uncle Christian hollered, “Come on in Henry.” “Mike, but close enough.” “Morning Uncle Mike” I smiled. “Whoa, stop the presses Alex is actually listening to the doctor.” “I have no other choice” I frowned. “What can I get you Mike?” Uncle Christian asked. “No delivery for Jess actually.” “Bella and Suo(his) Piccolo are up at the stables” Uncle Donavan growled