“Not my mistress, either.”
“Fuck buddy,” Ludavica chimed in.
“NO – ”
“Your forbiddenlover,”Isabella said as she put her clasped hands next to her cheeks.
“I’m leaving now,” I said loudly.
The two girls catcalled me about my ‘lover’ and ‘mistress’ as I walked away.
The last glimpse I caught of Paolo seemed like he was asking,Why ME, God?
I chuckled.
Careful what you wish for, dude –
Like a promotion.
You might just get it.
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Ifound the Minerva – a tiny hotel, more like the one in Gela than the luxurious cave in Ragusa – and bounded up the stairs.
I knocked on Room 404.
The door opened a crack, and Caterina looked out at me.
“Hey,” she said with a smile…
Though she seemed very subdued.
I pushed my way in, shut the door, and kissed her –
But she wasn’t very passionate as she kissed me back.
I pulled away from her. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing.”
She leaned in to kiss me –
“What’swrong?”I asked again.
“Nothing. Everything’s fine.”
“Bullshit. Are you going to tell me, or are we just going to ignore it?”
She looked up at me with a sad but defiant look. “What doyouthink is wrong?”
I knew.
But the pit of my stomach filled with dread at naming it…
So I lied.
“I think you’re having second thoughts about seeing me.”