All Things Matter.

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March 4th, Province Of Chieti, 1988.

Morning. Peaches fall to the ground. I picked them up and ate them one. The soft crisp was like music to my ears. I admired the sun and the inside of my book. I placed it down on the table near the shade.

Just as I was about to unbutton my purple shirt which my black bikini. I wore the exact same shirt from yesterday. I didn't know why but this shirt was more oversized.

"I saw a little silhouetto of a man..." I sang to the music which echoed everywhere in the parts of Italy. I smiled at the sound of music and turned around and went to the kitchen.

As I went in to get a glass of milk I immediately hear the sound of blasting music. I turned towards the outside and saw Craig laying on the sun tanning chair, shirtless and under the sun. He shifts his head to the beat and I smiled at this moment.

I bit my lip and looked at him. A little speck of hair growing in the middle of his chest and his glorious reddish-brown hair swept to the back.

I saw a tree dropping limes and lemons. I rushed outside. I ran outside which meant a lot of sounds. He just ignored and kept on with his music. I dropped the basket and grabbed all of the lemons.

"Hmm?" He asked before turning around. He removed his sunglasses. I was picking the ready green limes from the tree.

"Hey..." He says getting up. I turned to him and moved aside.

"What are you doing?" He asked. I turned to him with my peach in my hand. The juice overlapping my hands. I smiled.

"Picking some fresh limes and Lemons for my father to make." I said picking up a very tall one which had to be stood by tippy toes.

"Here." He says grabbing the lemon easily. He had no struggle.

"Grazie." I said. He nods with furrowed eyebrows. Maybe he didn't know the language. I wanted to adore him but it just wouldn't work.

"Who are you give those to? The father with the American accent or the one with the glorious blonde hair?" He jokes. I laughed and Shaked my head.

"Uhh. The one with the glorious hair...See now it's summer. You could even eat these raw." I said eating one. The sourness didn't surprise me. I dealt with it many times.

He furrowed his eyebrows confused before I walked into the kitchen with a basket full of limes and lemons.

I placed them on the counter and called the maid that my parents hired for the rest of the year.

"Mikelè!" She rushes down quickly. She was an elder woman. I pity her sometimes but that was part of me.

"Wow!" She exclaims. She rushes towards them and looks at the lemons. Purely yellow and green.

"(It must be the right time for the peaches too!)" She said to me. I smiled alongside her and walk outside again. This was interesting view.

I hid behind the wall and watched the man experimenting a lemon.

"How did she..." He says to the lemon. I chuckled quietly and watched.

"Maybe she took another...No every lemon is sour..." As he opened one and tried it.

"Aww God!" He shouts and spits it out. I laughed, luckily he didn't hear me. He spits it out and looks at it like hamlet.

"You are awful little sour thing..." He says before dropping it to the floor. I came out and went behind him.

I walked past him and into the entrance where I jumped in the water head first.