If you know Italian or are good at guessing you can guess what the title means. And if someone knows if riunione or raduno is more fitting more this circumstance, please tell me. This is gonna be...heart-wrenching? Heart-warming? Don't entirely know. It's just gonna hit the heart. Anyway. Enjoy! :)
To say that Race is nervous is an understatement.
To say that Race's heart is beating fast is an understatement.
His heart was "beating fast" when he heard Giovanni and Francesca Gazzetta come out of Bartolomeo's mouth. His heart is beyond "beating fast".
He surpassed nervous when a plan was finally put into place.
Bartolomeo had quickly agreed to bring him here. The young kid seems to pick up on how serious Race is, and puts on a more serious disposition himself. Race knows it'll go away soon. But he's touched by how much Bartolomeo is trying to mirror him to help him.
And he has Spot by his side.
Bartolomeo is holding one of Race's hands, leading the way, and Race uses his other hand for squeezing Spot's.
"It's gonna be okay," Spot whispers.
"I don't know," Race murmurs back. "I haven't seen 'em in forever. What if they don't want to see me?"
"They will," Spot promises.
"We're here," Bartolomeo tells him, motioning to the door. Inside are all the residing Italian families Race has only heard about.
Race swallows as Bartolomeo opens the door, wondering exactly what he'll see.
He sees lots of people. Lots of people in one room. Lots of people in one room with dark hair and dark eyes. Lots of people in one room with dark hair and dark eyes speaking Italian. Most importantly, though, people who look like Race.
"Ciao a tutti!" Bartolomeo greets everyone at once.
They all turn to look at the small boy with two older boys behind him--complete strangers to them.
But they all know Bartolomeo.
"Bartolomeo!" one man says and ruffles Bartolomeo's hair. He giggles.
"Perché te nei sei andato così a lungo?" a woman scolds, who is most likely a close relative to him. Or maybe she's just close.
Bartolomeo gestures to Race and Spot. "Ho portato un italiano ed il suo amico."
"Buona sera," Race says politely. Spot just stands there with him, trying to keep a neutral face when Race's grip of his hand tightens even harder, which doesn't seem possible.
"Lui è italiano!" Bartolomeo tells them happily. That makes Race smile. Bartolomeo's smiles truly are contagious.
"Questo è il ragazzo che ci ha dato un giornale!" a man exclaims. Race recognizes as the father of the family whom he sold that paper to. He shakes Race's hand. "Sono Salvatore."
So this is the Salvatore that Bartolomeo was talking about. At least Race knows his name now.
"Chi sei?" someone asks Race.
Race takes a deep breath. "Sono Antonio."
He hears someone gasp from the back. "Antonio?"
Two people come forward; an elderly couple. The woman has the same eye shape as Race and the man has the same glint in his eye that Race has when he's on to something.
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