Chapter 179

"I am the manager of this establishment. I saw the submarine first. I get to bitch more than you do Charlie. There is no more bitching time left on the agenda. Keep fucking me unless you think another tremor is about to happen, then the vibrations will get me off."

"There you go again, Ann. You keep on bitching and you will be sleeping on a lumpy bedroll in the middle of the Amazon for a honeymoon, instead of Brooklyn Heights."

"How did those two become my choices Charlie?"

"I do not need shots to go to either place, Ann."

"Bastard."

Philip and Gloria Gennaro were nonplussed by the tremor. They were out for a walk, in the vineyards, when it happened. They were preparing themselves for the next day, and decided that getting to bed at 5A.M. would be better for them, considering the length of the wedding and the affair afterwards. They fell into each other's arms, and held on, for the 30 or so seconds