I have one chance to turn the tables.

I slinked away. I am sure my face was not its usual confident smile. My eyes were locked on her. Still alone she sat, back to me.

Now or never.

“Mr. Otellio?, sir?” Fabrizio intercepted me with the worst timing ever.

“What?” I barked and sidestepped him.

“Are you going to take Mr. DiSibio’s order or shall I?”

Not looking back, and obviously not thinking – “No, you do it Fabrizio, you are getting your shot tonight, make it good.”

What did I just do? Doesn’t matter.

Moving on, just 3 steps from her table. I spun around her chair and sat. I had not ever sat at these tables when the room was full. I was lightheaded for a second.

“Maryanne…”

“Vinnie!” She expected him.

“The depths of your trashy soul are beyond my understanding. Where is my money? Put it here now!”

“Where is your money? Where is my diamond!? You want me out? Ok, now let’s separate our property then,” she showed teeth, “where is my diamond!?”

“I have no idea what you are talking about.”