the time Theresa had managed to tell me that it was only a cut finger, I was already out of the office yelling at Ellen to cancel my afternoon appointments as the elevator door was closing.
“V, you have no idea what a scare you gave me,” I say trying to explain the panic I was in. “So if I come off as an overbearing husband, I don’t really care.”
She kisses me on the cheek “I know. I’m sorry about that. But, you know I have a clumsy side. Consider this fair warning that I’m accident prone.”
I shake my head at the thought. I don’t know if I can survive this again.
V sees the anguish on my face and does her best to soothe away the worry.
“Dom, I promise to be more careful,” she pouts her lower lip to try to make light of the situation.
I roll my eyes as I help her through the push doors from the emergency ward and out into the main reception area, just in time to see a cardboard tissue box hurl across the room and barely miss Carmine as he dodges clear of it.
V and I quickly stare at each other in disbelief.
“You! You jerk!” Theresa screams at her ex crush as he dodges once again, this time escaping the thick magazine Theresa sends his way.
You have got to be kidding me.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry! Forget it, alright?” he begs her.
And then another magazine is tossed. The few people in the far side of the waiting room are staring in awe at the display.
“Enough!” Dom demands. Both Carmine and Theresa freeze at the sound of the imposing voice. “We’re leaving. Now. Can we please not act like children?”
~*~
The tension in the air is palpable. Theresa is sitting across from me, sulking with her arms crossed tightly across her chest. Her eyes are wrinkled at the corners, with her lids fighting hard to scowl themselves as she stares out the window.
Her body is rigid, tense, almost statue like, squeezed up against the interior of the car door, trying to separate herself from Carmine next to her. to provide as much space possible so that no part of her sitting form comes into contact with his.
I exhale as I witness this juvenile display of contempt between them. Carmine, on the other hand, looks smug. He sits near her, edging her to scoot further away even though he has plenty of room on his far side. His legs are opened, his thigh inching closer to hers. I see her eyes dart to it before she shifts once again to stay unsullied by contact.
These two are going to be more of a headache than I thought.
As for V, sitting next to me, she’s not acting much better. Her shoulders are hard under my protective arm, almost angled from me. Her uninjured hand has been playing with the tight bandaging of the other, inspecting it, nervously picking at it. I know she feels my eyes on her, but is doing a damn good job pretending she doesn’t.
This is great. It’s like eighth grade all over again.
Being in a cramped limo with Theresa and Carmine, isn’t exactly my first choice. Or any sane person’s first choice. But leaving them alone to ride in the second car seemed like even less of a viable option. I didn’t see any possible outcome that didn’t involve him walking away bruised and battered or her walking away knocked up. At least this way I can keep an eye on them.
The limo pulls out of traffic to park curbside in front of Theresa’s building. She wastes no time in grabbing hold of the handle to flee to freedom. She escapes the
confines of the car quickly, not even bothering to look back before she disappears into the protection of the lobby. I can understand her not offering Carmine any sort of goodbye, or even me for that matter. She made it very clear that she felt it was a betrayal on my part to even invite that little… what did she call him? Oh yeah, “two-bit, slimy, little porn-star wannabe.”
She’s pissed that I invited him to stay with us. Even though I’m sure she wouldn’t be quite so angry if she knew why. But, knowing how Theresa is unable to maintain
“V, you have no idea what a scare you gave me,” I say trying to explain the panic I was in. “So if I come off as an overbearing husband, I don’t really care.”
She kisses me on the cheek “I know. I’m sorry about that. But, you know I have a clumsy side. Consider this fair warning that I’m accident prone.”
I shake my head at the thought. I don’t know if I can survive this again.
V sees the anguish on my face and does her best to soothe away the worry.
“Dom, I promise to be more careful,” she pouts her lower lip to try to make light of the situation.
I roll my eyes as I help her through the push doors from the emergency ward and out into the main reception area, just in time to see a cardboard tissue box hurl across the room and barely miss Carmine as he dodges clear of it.
V and I quickly stare at each other in disbelief.
“You! You jerk!” Theresa screams at her ex crush as he dodges once again, this time escaping the thick magazine Theresa sends his way.
You have got to be kidding me.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry! Forget it, alright?” he begs her.
And then another magazine is tossed. The few people in the far side of the waiting room are staring in awe at the display.
“Enough!” Dom demands. Both Carmine and Theresa freeze at the sound of the imposing voice. “We’re leaving. Now. Can we please not act like children?”
~*~
The tension in the air is palpable. Theresa is sitting across from me, sulking with her arms crossed tightly across her chest. Her eyes are wrinkled at the corners, with her lids fighting hard to scowl themselves as she stares out the window.
Her body is rigid, tense, almost statue like, squeezed up against the interior of the car door, trying to separate herself from Carmine next to her. to provide as much space possible so that no part of her sitting form comes into contact with his.
I exhale as I witness this juvenile display of contempt between them. Carmine, on the other hand, looks smug. He sits near her, edging her to scoot further away even though he has plenty of room on his far side. His legs are opened, his thigh inching closer to hers. I see her eyes dart to it before she shifts once again to stay unsullied by contact.
These two are going to be more of a headache than I thought.
As for V, sitting next to me, she’s not acting much better. Her shoulders are hard under my protective arm, almost angled from me. Her uninjured hand has been playing with the tight bandaging of the other, inspecting it, nervously picking at it. I know she feels my eyes on her, but is doing a damn good job pretending she doesn’t.
This is great. It’s like eighth grade all over again.
Being in a cramped limo with Theresa and Carmine, isn’t exactly my first choice. Or any sane person’s first choice. But leaving them alone to ride in the second car seemed like even less of a viable option. I didn’t see any possible outcome that didn’t involve him walking away bruised and battered or her walking away knocked up. At least this way I can keep an eye on them.
The limo pulls out of traffic to park curbside in front of Theresa’s building. She wastes no time in grabbing hold of the handle to flee to freedom. She escapes the
confines of the car quickly, not even bothering to look back before she disappears into the protection of the lobby. I can understand her not offering Carmine any sort of goodbye, or even me for that matter. She made it very clear that she felt it was a betrayal on my part to even invite that little… what did she call him? Oh yeah, “two-bit, slimy, little porn-star wannabe.”
She’s pissed that I invited him to stay with us. Even though I’m sure she wouldn’t be quite so angry if she knew why. But, knowing how Theresa is unable to maintain
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