Sara
It wasn't as if I had anything against Antonio. I mean, he had saved my life and nearly gotten himself killed in the process. My trepidation stemmed from my worry that he would talk about his feelings for me. While my own feelings for him were friendly and grateful, his feelings were more intense, to say the least. At least according to him. He had so many mistresses that I honestly didn't know what to think anymore.
And then there was Antonio's poor, long-suffering wife. The last time I had seen Mrs. Marino was at Antonio's bedside, where she promised to be a better wife if only her husband would live. I sighed in resignation and accepted the call. As far as I could tell, there was no way around it. He would only call again, and if my husband was around when he did, it would be far more difficult to handle.