Chapter 204

"I believe my wife will have to go to confession this week or have her mouth washed out with soap, because of her language."

"There are things, in this world, that want to get into my mouth, which may never get there again, if this conversation continues."

"What conversation was that, Rose?"

"Your long-term memory may be a problem, Anthony. However, your short-term memory is very acute. I am going up to our bedroom. If you know what is good for you, I had better not be alone."

She was not alone; not for the remainder of the afternoon or the evening, or night. Neither of them surfaced until the following morning for breakfast, where she smiled happily, and he walked like a walrus out of water.

Rose looked bright eyed and bushy tailed, dressed in summer whites, from head to toe, even though it was supposed to be the Italian version of winter. Tony was dressed like a cloudy day, or more succinctly, looked like his mo