"Being a glutton, I see." he remarked. "Being an ass, I noticed." I sassed and gave him a harsh look.
"I never knew you could speak Italian fluently." he said.
"Yeah, Michael and Patricia have been giving me lessons for three years now." I answered.
"Now do me a favour, get your Italian ass out of my sight so I can eat in peace." He laughed before taking a plate and serving some food on it and then walked away.
A little after 7 in the evening, Alex and I bade the Russo's goodbye and left for home. When we got home, I went straight to my room and fell on the bed, feeling too tired to do anything and too full to eat any more food. Too soon, I fell asleep.