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that .   Yes, for your information, I did bring it up.”
    “And?   Has he finally agreed to meet them?”
    “He
has, I’m happy to say.”
    “Oh,
good.   Reno and I were really worried.”
    This interested
Gemma.   Reno and Trina, after all, knew
Sal far longer than she did.   “Why would
you guys be worried?”
    “You’re
still young, Gemma, you’re only twenty-nine, but you’ve been around that block
a time or two.   You know how it
goes.   A man who doesn’t want to meet the
folks is usually a man not all that into you, and not all that serious about
having a long-term relationship with you.”
    Gemma
nodded.   That was why she loved Trina and
viewed her as her big sister.   She helped
her to keep it real.   “Yeah, that’s
usually what it means,” Gemma agreed.   And, if she was to further admit the truth, she still wasn’t one hundred
percent certain that it still didn’t mean that with Sal.   She knew he was serious, and into her on many
levels, but how serious and just how deep into her he really was, was the
million dollar question.  
    “But
you said he’s agreed to meet your parents, so that’s wonderful,” Trina went
on.   “You won’t have to bring it up
again.”
    Gemma
smiled.   “I didn’t bring it up before,”
she reminded her friend.   “It was you who
brought it up.   It was you who guessed
it.   I just confirmed your guess.”
    “But
like I said, we were concerned.   We know
Sal Luca.”
    “And
what is that supposed to mean?”
    “He’s
a good guy, an exceptional guy really.   He’ll kill you if you cross him, but he’ll give you his last if he trust
you.   He’s a rare breed.”
    “He’s
a saint,” Gemma said with a smile.
    “I’ll
never tell that lie,” Trina said, and Gemma laughed.  
    Trina
went on.   “But he does love the ladies,”
she said.   “You and I both know that.”
    Gemma
had to nod.   She knew it.  
    “And
speaking as a woman married to a man who had to give up all of those females,
too, it is not an easy process for them.   There may be stumbles along the way.”
    Which,
Gemma inwardly thought, was one of her greatest fears.   “I know,” she said.   “And I appreciate the fact that you don’t try
to sugarcoat it, Tree, or try to make Sal out to be what he’s not.   I know how much you and Reno want this
relationship to work.”
    “Oh,
do we.   You are so perfect for Sal.   And we believe Sal’s perfect for you.”
    Gemma
smiled.   “Thanks, Tree.   It doesn’t hurt to hear that somebody’s
pulling for us.   Thanks.”
    “You’re
quite welcome.   But that’s not why I
called.”
    “Change
the subject, Sue.   That’s you, Tree.”
    “That’s
me,” Trina agreed.   “But the reason I’m
calling is to invite you guys out tonight.   The PaLargio just opened up this new jazz club and Reno thought it would
be a blast for the four of us to check it out together.”
    “Oh,
that sounds great, Tree.   I’ll have to
check with Sal before I can confirm, of course, but if he’s game I certainly
am.”
    “Great.   Call me later with the particulars.”
    “And
we still need to get together to discuss the inventory, don’t we?”
    “We
can talk about it tonight,” Trina said.  
    “That’ll
work,” Gemma said, they said their goodbyes, and ended the call.
    After
the call, Gemma took a few sips of her coffee.   But just as she was about to get back to reading the news, her doorbell
rang.   She looked at the Cartier Ballon
Bleu wristwatch Sal had given to her a month ago.    It was only seven-thirty.
    When
she walked into the living room and looked out through her peephole, she saw
two men standing there.   Since she didn’t
know them, she didn’t open the door.
    “Yes,
may I help you?” she asked as she stood at the door.
    “We’re
here to see Sal.”
    This
surprised Gemma.   “Sal?” she asked.
    “Mr.
Gabrini, ma’am.   He told us to meet him
here.”
    Did
he, Gemma thought.