Mr Pignati Monologue

Just as I had guessed John complicated things. When he took the phone out of my hands, Mr. Pignati suggested that we go over to his house and the ten dollar donation. And of course John accepted. The loneliness in Mr. Pignati’s voice reminded me of that older woman that lived in the living room of my teachers house. I should have never bothered that man. I should have never picked that name because now we to have to go to his house, and get money from him. The next day when I woke up I couldn’t stop imagining what Mr. Pignati looked like. What did a man as naive as himself, look like? Was it really worth ten dollars? It felt too easy to take money from this poor man. I decided I wouldn’t go. “ …show more content…
Suddenly this jolly man came to the door. He had the biggest smile and looked so happy to see us. He was He never questioned our age, so we just played along. I started to get nervous when we walked in the house. When you walked in it smelled like that of an old person’s home. One of the halls we walked through was littered with junk. I kept thinking of ways to escape in case the man was crazy. He seemed too nice so I was very careful. When he went into the kitchen to grab us some wine me and John looked at eachother. What if this guy was a wako? He returned with full three glasses. Maybe he poisoned it. He said something about the zoo, but I didn’t really pay attention. I was busy looking at everything, inspecting it. I thought I should be listening, so snapped out of my dase. Apparently he goes to the zoo everyday with his wife but she’s in California so he didn’t go with …show more content…
Maybe he missed her? Just as fast as his sadness appeared it was quickly replaced with a smile. He changed the subject. “Do you know how to memorize ten items?” John looked like he was going to burst out laughing. We named ten objects and he named them all. “ you just make a mental picture” It worked, for John. It didn’t work so well for me though, I couldn’t focus. It was a tie between the wine and I couldn’t stop worrying about Mr. Pignati. He was so excited to show us the silly game. John started to get antsy. “ Mr. Pignati, Miss Truman and I have many other stops to make today. I mean, where would the L & J Fund be if we simply sat around and drank wine all day and went to zoos.”
His smile faded and he looked so sad and disappointed. Almost depressing. John went too far. “ Oh i’m sorry” He replied softly. He slowly walked out of the room. He almost had tears in his eyes. I felt horrible! I couldn’t take money from this guy. “ You don’t really have to-” but before I could finish I stopped he looked at me, baffled. John quickly butted