Do you think Agnes recognizes how difficult this is for me? Does Norman know how uncomfortable I am, having them here in the house for dinner with Angelo? Thank heavens Ma’s preparing the meal. There she is, racing about the kitchen like a raceway speeder. I don’t know what I’d do without her, sautéing fish, which we have five days every week. She’s also prepared a scrumptious antipasto of salami, mushrooms, mozzarella, and roasted peppers. That’s keeping Norman and Agnes busy while they drink wine – red for Norman, white for Agnes.
Should Agnes really be drinking wine when she’s pregnant? I don’t know, but Agnes is a smart girl. She’ll do what was right for her baby. I suppose it must be very hard, getting used to living with Norman Balmoral. When I dated him, he made life very difficult. His bad manners! The way he whistled for waiters when they went to restaurants, the way he clucked his tongue against his teeth when things annoyed him, the way he tapped his feet on the floor when people were taking too long for him!
I wonder, has Norman said anything to Agnes about them? Does Agnes know anything about our old relationship? It seemed like ages ago, two years it’d been, and even then we’d only dated for six weeks. I’ve never even told Angelo about it, because he’d go crazy with jealousy and start a fight with Norman. Tight-lipped Norman, as fit as a circus acrobat, up against my beefy husband. I know who’d win that one. So Angelo can never find out that Norman was my first lover -- an athletic pistol of muscles, hair, and passion.
Agnes burped. “Mercy, Cristina, I’m so rude!”
Everyone except Norman laughed. Trouble ahead for Agnes, I think. Norman’s a relentless perfectionist. Burping would simply not be permitted.
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