Chapter 12 - Mia
Nonna was waiting by her back door when I got home from work Thursday. The smile on her face told me something good was happening. As I stepped toward her, she shot her hand out and gave me an envelope. She was quivering with excitement.
“Open it! I can’t wait another minute,” she said. “I’ve been dying to see what it says since Bob left it this morning.”
Bob is our letter carrier. He started delivering mail when he was right out of high school. He’d gone to parochial school with me through eighth grade. Nonna made him stop and have cookies and tea with him on extra hot days. I don’t think she had to twist his arm much to get him to stop.
I took the envelope and read the return address. Julliard.
My hands started shaking. What could they be sending me?
“Well, rip it open, girl.”
I stuck my finger under the flap and tore it open long-wise making a mess of it. Nonna stood on her tip-toes and tried to look inside. I pulled it out and unfolded the one page.
“What’s it say?”
I read it twice.
“They are inviting me to come to New York and teach a summer intensive,” I said. My mind was reeling. I’d always wanted to teach people who wanted to dance professionally. This was a wonderful opportunity.
“That’s great. When do you leave?”
“It’s this summer. It would be most of July.”
“You’d have to close down the studio here for a month.” She motioned for me to come inside with her, but I wanted to go to my own place and think about it.
“I need to change clothes,” I said. “And I need to think about this.”
“What’s to think about? Haven’t you always wanted to do something like this? They obviously think you have what it takes. Are they offering to pay your expenses to get there and back?”
“Yes, and they’ll provide a place for me to stay for the month. Plus a stipend.”