Chaos on the F1 Grid

Charles smiled and squeezed Eleanore's hand, when he heard Nonna asking about a Ferrari.

Charles: apologies, I didn't bring a Ferrari...

Suddenly he felt her hit him over the head with her shoe, and Eleanore gasped. It hadn't hurt, it was a soft hit, but he realised that Nonna had excellent reflexes. He was impressed.

Eleanore: I am sorry.

Nonna: hmmm... not a good start.

Eleanore: NONNA! Be nice.

Nonno: ha! Be nice, you should know your Nonna better than that. She lives to torture people.

Charles looked around the restaurant and immediately felt at home. Nonna and Nonno both hugged him tightly, and he felt like he was with family. He saw all of the pictures on the walls, including several of Eleanore, all of them making him smile, and ask questions about when Eleanore was young. Much to Eleanore's embarrassment.

Nonno: this one was a little troublemaker – always causing chaos.

Charles: really?

Nonna: oh yes, if she thought it, she said it.

Nonno: I remember when she yelled at the mayor.

Eleanore: I would hardly call it yelling.

Nonno: he was afraid of her for years after that.

Charles: why was she yelling at him?

Nonna: he told her that a girl should be quiet and gentle, or she wouldn't find a husband.

Charles: oh well, that won't have gone down well.

Nonno: she told him to fuck off, and maybe if he weren't a pig he would have found a wife.

Charles: how old was she?

Nonna: 7.

Charles burst out laughing, and nearly choked on the fizzy water he was drinking. Nonna had not approved of his choice of beverage when he had ordered it, and he was worried he was going to be hit on the head again. He had laughed when Nonna was trying to convince Eleanore that Wine was not alcoholic so he could drink a bottle and still drive.

Nonna: wine doesn't count...

Eleanore: it does Nonna...

Nonna: nonsense. Its grape juice.

Eleanore: the police don't see it that way, and Charles cannot get in trouble with police.

Nonno: if we were in Italy – no problem... but here in Mallorca... it is a problem – you are not Alonso after all.

Charles loved these two already – they were so open and honest, neither held back what they thought. He agreed that next time he and Eleanore would take a taxi and he would drink wine – not wanting to admit that he didn't like wine at all, but certain he would drink whatever Nonna put in front of him.

Nonna: so Eleanore, have you two had sex yet?

Charles laughed and quickly covered his mouth to hide his amusement as Eleanore spat out her drink.

Eleanore: Nonna...

Nonna: I am just saying – it is important to try before you buy. You bring him here, you have never introduced a boy before... so trust me, It is important, ok? But if you don't want to try, I will. I give you good feedback. You can trust Nonna.