The Scarred One

"Wow Mona, you looked gorgeous." I winked at her. She laughed, her blue eyes sparkling in delight. "Thank you dear."

"Don't I get a compliment also?" Mr Russo said in his thick Italian accent. I looked at him and smiled "you look dashing, Mr Russo." I said. He then smiled in appreciation. He wore a charcoal grey suit with a red tie that matched his wife's dress, his dark brown hair slicked back and he wore black shoes on his feet.

"Well we are going now, we should be back by 10pm. Our eldest child is home so these two trouble makers," Mr Russo pointed to Michael and Patricia, "should not be able to cause trouble with the both of you around." he finished.

"Why am I just learning of the fact that Michael and Patricia aren't your only children?"

"I didn't tell you?" Mona asked, I shook my head In response. "Oh my, I must have forgotten. Forgive me my dear. He's the same age as you and his name is Nathaniel. Let me call him down." she yelled "Nathan!"

"Ma, I am coming." said a masculine from up the stairs. He came down and then was when I saw his face, "shaggy?" a suprised look evident on my face.