My aching head reminded me of the hangover I was nursing all day. I do not drink like that too often, but last night…

I began to retrace my steps -

Yesterday morning she and I fought back at the apartment. It was nothing new, that lazy bitch. She threatened to leave me, again.

Nothing new there either. I said “There is the door, bitch. You don’t like the life I provide for you, try the cold, wet streets!”

“Vinnie, you aren’t the only game in town honey! I had a life before you, ya know!” Her voice came from the bathroom.

That fight ended, as they all did, with me leaving for work.

Next thing-Oh my head, oh my life! She came in last night – right!

She had her suitcase with her. Everyone saw it, damn she embarrassed me on purpose!

Then what? We came up here, to the office and talked. I poured the special reserve and shared a drink with her.

How many drinks? How many did it take to turn me to mush and beg her to stay? How many did it take to get her clothes off?

The key! Damn, Maryanne!