Not a character this time, but an event featuring some
characters already introduced (Stefano Ming-ya, our stories hero and Nana
Ming-ya, his beloved Italian Grandmother) and of course, some new characters
and anti-heros to make the story interesting.
Ascending the steps leading from her extra kitchen, in the
catacombs of her basement, Nana Ming-ya is excited today. Her grandson, Stefano
Ming-ya is planning a visit with some of his friends from the Catholic High
School, they all attend.
Preparing her standard massive amounts of food in anticipation
of their arrival, she did not have long to wait. Soon the car full of Catholic High School
teenagers pulled in to the driveway of Nana and Papa Ming-ya's hilltop home.
Music blaring and smoke billowing from the windows, the teenagers emerged from
the car red eyed, laughing hysterically and hungry. Happy that they seemed to
be having so much fun, Nana Ming-ya never thought of asking about the sweet
smoke aroma that they were all covered with.
As they sat down to eat, Nana implored them with the standard
exortation to eat, Mangi, mangi !!!!
Not needing any further encouragement, the teenagers dug right
in, shoveling huge amounts of homemade pasta and meatballs, Italian bread and
butter, sausage and peppers and many other delights into their mouths,
attempting to quell the severe case of the 'munchies' that had beset them.
Nana Ming-ya just sat back, marveled at their exuberance and
continued to encourage them with, Mangi, mangi!!!!
As bowl after bowl of homemade Italian delights was greedily
devoured, Nana Ming-ya began to worry.
Do not these youngsters eat? She
wondered to herself as she served up another bowl of pasta. Her exhortations
were beginning to dwindle when she finally screamed, Holy Mangi Ming-ya!!!!! I thinka you boys eata too much!!!!
