Adela's Class
Copyright© 2026 by OmegaPet-58
Chapter 2: It’s Me
PAOLO
I walked into the kitchen, calling out, “It’s me, Giulia.”
“Of course it is, and when will you start calling me Julie?”
“About the same time you stop asking me questions when you already know my answers.”
“Hmph! So, how was the first class?”
“It was great. The teacher promised to only speak in English, but when a couple of students lapsed into Spanish she simply corrected them lightly. She’s friendly, and I noticed she kept looking at me.”
Giulia perked up and began probing. “Oh, really? Is she cute? What’s her name?”
“I guess so, she’s Adela Cortez, with a ‘Z.’”
“You guess so? That’s a binary question—cute or not cute.”
“Binary? You ... All right, she’s cute,” I admitted.
“Explain. What about her attracts you, Dad?”
“She’s my age, black hair, and brown eyes. Latina of course.”
“Of course. What else, Dad?”
I didn’t know the English for them, so I used my hands to make semicircles in front of my chest. Julie rolled her eyes.
“Ew, Dad. You could say busty or large breasted. If you wanted to be vulgar, you could say she has big tits.”
“Tits?”
“Tetonas, Dad. American boys call them tits.”
“All right. But it doesn’t matter.”
“It doesn’t? Why?”
“Because, Giulia, teachers and students aren’t allowed to spend time together. It’s a rule.”
“Dad, you always have an excuse. Because of your looks, you get all kinds of attention. Just admit that. The teacher thing is a new excuse. Most of the time, you use ME as an excuse. I’m so sick of it.”
“I don’t understand.”
“You’re my father! I want you to be happy, not lonely. I’m tired of being the reason you don’t go out. There are beautiful women all around you ready to be your new partner.”
“But, Giulia...”
“JULIE!” She stomped away and slammed her bedroom door.
I took out the garbage, buttoned up the house and headed for bed. On my way, I stopped at her bedroom door and knocked lightly.
“Good night, Julie.”
Not long after, I was in bed. But I wasn’t thinking of my daughter. I was remembering Adela.
Adela taught on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays. Those days, I had just enough time after work to rush home, shower, put on nice clothes, and make it to class. Giulia teased me for being so concerned with my appearance.
“This teacher must be so hot for you to go to all this trouble. Here’s your dinner.”
I thanked her and at class was seated right on time. But Adela was a few minutes late, coming in flustered and making apologies. Why? She didn’t say. In the last half of the class, she told us we would have a lighter time talking about idioms. She handed out five examples to start:
Idiom, Literal Meaning, Actual Meaning
Break the ice, Crack frozen water, Start a conversation
Hold your horses, Stop your horses, Wait a moment
Cost an arm and a leg, Pay with body parts, Be very expensive
Let the cat out of the bag, Release a cat from a bag, Reveal a secret
Piece of cake, A slice of cake, Something very easy to do
To read the complete story you need to be logged in:
Log In or
Register for a Free account
(Why register?)
* Allows you 3 stories to read in 24 hours.