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Chapters (42)
  1. Cover Page
  2. PRAISE FOR FRANK SCHAEFFER’S PORTOFINO
  3. PRAISE FOR FRANK SCHAEFFER’S SAVING GRANDMA
  4. Portofino
  5. Copyright Page
  6. Author’s Note:
  7. Portofino
  8. 1962
  9. Chapter 1
  10. Chapter 2
  11. Chapter 3
  12. Chapter 4
  13. Chapter 5
  14. Chapter 6
  15. Chapter 7
  16. Chapter 8
  17. Chapter 9
  18. Chapter 10
  19. Chapter 11
  20. Chapter 12
  21. Chapter 13
  22. Chapter 14
  23. Chapter 15
  24. Chapter 16
  25. 1965
  26. Chapter 17
  27. Chapter 18
  28. Chapter 19
  29. Chapter 20
  30. Chapter 21
  31. Chapter 22
  32. Chapter 23
  33. Chapter 24
  34. Chapter 25
  35. Chapter 26
  36. Chapter 27
  37. Chapter 28
  38. Chapter 29
  39. Chapter 30
  40. Chapter 31
  41. Chapter 32
  42. Chapter 33

When Rachael left the room I took the letter I had dictated and put it out on the bed next to me, then took the pad of paper and held it on the bed next to the letter. I knelt down to write on the pad in front of me. This is how I copied the letter to Grandmother.

Dear Jennifer,

I miss you very much. Dad says I wont be able to see you now. Today we had fun but I got in trouble. So I have been punished and won’t be able to see you. That’s O.K. though because I can go out and meet you on the path from Paraggi to Portofino tonight at eleven o’clock right up on the top of the path by the wall.

Love,
Calvin

This way my letter to Jennifer was spelled right. So far the idea Mary gave me was working out fine.

Because I was not going to let laziness spoil my plan I copied out the real letter to Grandmother too in case Mom asked about it. And sure enough a few minutes later she came in and said, “Rachael told me about how thoughtful you’re being writing to grandmother. That’s wonderful, she’ll be so blessed by it.” I held out the letter and Mom said she’d get an envelope and stamps at the front desk and post it. Then she hugged me and said, “I’m sorry all that unpleasantness happened today; perhaps your father was a little harsh. I’ll speak to him about it.”

“You’d better not, Mom. Not in the Mood he’s in and all.”

She hugged me again and kissed my cheek and said, “Thank you for understanding.”

Suddenly I was filled with love for her and hugged her back. “I love you, Mom.” When she stepped back to take the letter and go she had tears in her eyes and it made me get tears in mine because I knew it must not be easy being my mom. Dad was awful rough on her when he was in a Mood, especially a really bad one like he seemed to have been in on this whole vacation.

There was an hour before supper, which was plenty of time for a fast walk to Paraggi and back. It took about twenty minutes each way.