What party?

24th December 1969

Dear Diary,

This shall be my last entry. One more piece of grief in my life and i'm sure i'll be meeting Conchetta up there. I finally got out of the hospital to return to my lovely house. Little did i know what had happened. There were police outside, kids walking out the door and loud music playing. I walkied up the path and stepped inside, John and Lorraine were standing there, they had thrown a party, broke my pig collection and played around with Conchetta's property. I am very disapointed in them. I had trusted them. They are taking me to the zoo today abviously to cheer me up by seeing my best friend Bobo. John said on the phone earlier "He must miss you, Mr. Pignati. No kidding. The way you used to feed him every day. What do you say, Mr. Pignati?" , I replied, "Alright..." So now I am sitting in the living room wandering if I should go. Will they have learnt their lesson? Will Bobo be upset like me? I do hope that even when I am gone John and Lorraine do learn a lesson from this. With no further ado i shall now leave to go to the zoo.

Goodbye my friends, I am coming Conchetta. Mr. Pignati

~IN LOVING MEMORY OF ANGELO PIGNATI~

Life's a Giver

10th December 1969

Dear Diary,

I've foung life's joy again. I feel there's a meaning to life. No matter what happens, live every day like it were your last. Definetely now as i'm in hospital writing this but even still, just have fun. Since the zoo they've come over to my house nearly every day. I've ogt so friendly with them. In fact I even stated, "Please don't bring anything" since I offered them the food and beverages they said they liked. They seem to like wine and are very curious about my place so I insisted, "Go upstairs and look around while I get you some wine. Please feel at home,please..." That led to me having to tell the truth about Conchetta and where she really was the whole time. It makes me deeply depressed to tell the truth about her and John must have noticed as he tried changing the quiet atmosphere by saying, "We're sorry". I showed the pyschological game to them. After that John brought out the skates and like ants we followed in his steps. We were playing tag on skates all over the house. I was getting to the point where i couldn't fing my breath. I guessed it was from walking to the zoo and having to shovel away all that snow that I stopped. I was running up the stairs after John and my heart just stopped. So that's how i'm sitting here in hospital. Thoughtful John and Lorraine gave me flowers today and have been visiting constantly. I do hope that nothing happens to the house while i'm here as my faith is in their hands/

Bye for now. Mr. Pignati

The Charity Workers

3rd December 1969

Dear Diary,

You won't believe what happened to me today. And not just today but this entire week has been a blast. It all started with a phone call from a charity, the L&J Fund. At first I thought it was a prank as Miss Truman laughed while i was talking but i asked "Is something funny?" .It was all fine when she explained it was a joke someone in the office told her. I just love jokes so I told her the one Conchetta used to laugh at every time about the get-well cards, four aces. They came up to my house the next day to collect the ten dollars I was donating to the charity. One thing lead to another and I eventually asked "Do you think you might like to go to the zoo with me someday?" .So here I am at the zoo writing this while John and Lorraine are on the tour. They're both very mature and good people so i'm sure they'll be fine. I thought i might as well show Bobo since they showed themselves to me. So i said "I want you to meet Bobo, my best friend." Apart from that they seem to be enjoying themselves and i'm enjoying their company.

Bye for nom. Mr. Pignati

Bad Day

26th November 1969

Dear Diary,

I'm sitting here in the zoo and life couldn't get any lonelier. I've already done my daily trip to see Bobo. Bobo also seems to be down lately. I hate to see my best friend Bobo upset. Even my peanuts didn't make him smile. If Conchetta were here i'm sure we'd both be hapier. Lately i've started to lose all hope in life. hough i do have my fun with some kids nowadays i always sit in hope for my doorbell to ring. Though i am very sure that i'll be seeing Conchetta soon enough.

Goodbye and good luck. Mr. Pignati