Word: daughterly
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...mother refused to let her go on the ground that Rudolph Valentino had reportedly been poisoned and that was a portent of what a good Italian could expect in America. So Romilda began living with Scicolone instead, and ended up by returning to her native Pozzuoli with a baby daughter...
...none of them drank as much as Sophia. Her mother gave me 50 lire a month. Sophia drank at least 100 lire worth of milk. Madònna mia!" Justice & Poetry. Scicolone dropped in on the Villani family in Pozzuoli from time to time, and soon Romilda had another daughter, called Maria. "That pig was free to marry me," complains Sophia's mother, "but instead he dumped me and married another woman." Not much was heard from Scicolone until Sophia became a movie star and he tried unsuccessfully to take over the financial management of his daughter...
...Sophia should try to become a teacher, but she took another look and put her in a beauty contest. She won a secondary prize that included 15.000 lire and some wallpaper, which still decorates Grandfather Villani's living room in Pozzuoli. In the spring of 1950, mother and daughter went off to Rome to seek work in films...
...There I told my first big lie for Sophia," Romilda says. "Someone called out. This way for girls who speak English.' 'Sure!' I told the man, 'my daughter speaks English. Don't you speak English, Sophia?' 'Sì, Mamma.' And we found ourselves in a room with lots of people and Mervyn LeRoy sitting in a chair. He said in English, 'Do you speak English?' And Sophia asked me in Italian what he was saying. They realized we were bluffing, but for our courage they gave us both jobs...
...ducks under the covers. Mum (Virginia Maskell) staggers up, eyes like bruises, hair like last year's alfalfa. Puts the baby on the pot, the water on the stove. Dad sinks blissfully into stolen snooze. "Wake up!" squeals his darling daughter, knocking on his head with her knuckles-hard. "Ah, c'mon!" Mum squalls at the baby. "Yer not tryin'." Dad weaves toward the bathroom, battles an ancient geyser for five minutes, achieves a pathetic dribble of tepid water, starts to shave. "Breakfast!" Dad slumps groggily over his coffee. "Now don't be late, dear...