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little cloud of a heart has carried from the start of puberty. You take charge.
And the moment she falls in line again, you fuck her unconscious. That is my counseling.”
    Sansone pondered those sage
words for a moment, finding them to be surprisingly sound. So much so that he
even considered not backhanding
Luciano for his commentary on his worth and possible acts of random hostility towards
his future offspring. He bypassed the backhand and instead went for another jab
to Luciano’s midsection. When he bent over at the waist, Sansone stood and stepped on and then over him. “Thank you oh so much for being a rock
for me to stand on, Luc. Words can’t express how much I appreciate your
advice.”
    “ Gonna …kill…you,”
his brother ground out.
    “The love is mutual, my friend, the love is mutual.”
     
    ***
     
    “ Yo , baby! Yo , baby! Yo !” Sansone called out, making
his way through the front door with a bundle of bags in hand. A quick trample
down the stairs into the family room had him releasing everything onto the
couch. “Love of my life, oh buxom one, I have returned with gifts!”
    The slow drag of footsteps to his left alerted him to
Nyssa’s appearance and he began to quickly empty the bags. Clothing in varying
styles and colors soon took over the cushions and he opened his palms to
present it. “I give you the latest in swimsuits, sarongs, cover ups, maxi
dresses, sandals and headwear. All of which you shall need for,”—he
reached into his back pocket and pulled out two plane tickets—“our week
long vacation in Moorea .” Quite pleased with himself,
he added, “There shall be a private bungalow, sweetly nestled in the French
Polynesian and just a stone’s skip from Tahiti. We will enjoy sun, sand, surf,
and foods that will make you never doubt the presence of God again.” He clapped
his hands together and spun to finally face her. “We leave in…” Her expression
brought an immediate halt to his words. “ Cara? Qual è il problema ?” She looked vacant. Like something had
literally sucked the joy out of her.
    Sansone walked forward and
reached out a hand to brush along her temple. “ Sei non sentirsi bene ?”
    She dodged him and circled around, stopping at his
side. “No, I’m not feeling well. As a matter of fact, I’ve probably never felt
worse.”
    Frowning, he turned to face her. “Nausea? Migraine?”
He mentally calculated. “You’ve still got some time before shark week so what’s
giving you problems?”
    His wife gazed at him for a beat and lowered her eyes
to the floor, hugging herself around the middle. “I’m surprised that you came home
so early.”
    He quirked a brow. “It’s
almost nine, why is that a surprise?” His errands had kept him later than
intended. He’d hit the office to get things in order for their soon-to-come
disappearance. He’d hit Nyssa’s favorite stores so that she wouldn’t have to. And he’d hit the airport for their
tickets. All that was left to do was pack and prepare for seven languid,
blindingly delightful days in paradise. Seven days where he’d take his time
reminding his wife that they were—and would always be—the inappropriate
couple that snuck off to fuck when no one else was looking.
    Nyssa looked up then. “You still have your eyebrows
so I’m assuming you decided against setting them aflame.”
    Sansone went rigid,
scrambling for something to say as his stomach suddenly collided with his ribs.
“ Cara—”
    “Funny thing about phones,” she interrupted and
smoothed her hands over her hips. “Sometimes you think you’ve ignored a call
when really you’ve answered it.”
    He tried again to touch her, and again she evaded
him. “Listen to me,” he said.
    “Oh I did.” Nyssa laughed and the sound of it hurt.
“You really didn’t hold back.”
    “What I told Luc…I wasn’t really thinking, baby. Just
talking. Blowing off steam.” He exhaled and tried for reason. “There are
certain things I