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demanding.
    “Well… the best I was able to do was to disrupt the embedding so that if anything new is uploaded, the site won’t recognize it, and therefore can’t add any more pictures,” he explains to me in layman’s terms. He knows I’m not a fan of all the technological mumbo-jumbo jargon he usually bombards me with.
    The passing buildings throughout the car window serve as a dizzying distraction. “I’m sure it’ll only serve to slow them down for a while, but I’ll take it.”
    “Wait, it gets better. The next time someone tries to upload a picture, I can try to get a lock on an IP address from where the upload is coming from. That should give me something to work with.”
    The situation is suddenly not so bleak.
    “OK, Nick. As soon as that happens, I want a heads up,” I inform him.
    The call-waiting notification begins to beep obnoxiously through his reply, “You got it, boss.”
    Now finished with his update, I turn over to the waiting call. “You’re mighty impatient, Mrs. D.”
    “It’s six-eighteen. I’m siting here, in nothing but a black corset, fishnet stockings and sky high black heels. I’m starting to get cold. My pink fuzzy pants are calling to me.”
    I smile to myself, “Oh ye of little faith. I still have twelve minutes. And you had better be spread out on that bed, waiting, baby.”
    She laughs. “You now have eleven minutes, and I’m thinking I might just get started without you. By the time you get home and have something to eat, I’m going to be bored with waiting. I might as well just go back to work, too, if I’m gonna be cooped up alone all day.”
    Here we go. We’ve had conversation after conversation about this. I understand her need to do something, but her job over-utilizes her, over-stresses her, and underpays her. It’s practically slave labor. I’d finally gotten her to agree to take a two month sabbatical while she settles into the house, and I’m holding out serious hope that she’ll decide not to return after the two months are up.
    There are plenty of charities and organizations for which she can volunteer that will be much more satisfying and leave her more flexibility for me, for a family.
    “V, I have ten minutes left, I’m at the guardhouse now. I’ll be in that room in a matter of minutes. I will have something to eat, but it won’t be food. I can promise you that you won’t be bored, and you are not going back to work right now. Have I addressed all of your points?” I suddenly remember the point I missed. “Oh, and you will NOT touch yourself. Because if you do, I can promise you that I’ll be able to tell.”
    I hear her growling from the other end of the line as we head up the drive. “You have eight minutes and then I’m getting started with or without you.”
    Click.
    I loosen my tie, a combination of fatigue from my afternoon of endless conference calls and the sudden fever taking over my blood from picturing my new wife waiting for me. I open the door myself as soon as we’ve slowed enough to safely exit the car. The driver looks a little surprised as I meet him on the pavers outside the automobile. But he takes it in stride.
    “Have a good night, Mr. D.”
    I smile to him as I finish working on my tie, “I plan to, Benny. Have a good one.”
    The porch lights are on as always, but the house has a different air about it. The main lights are also on, yet the laughter, the voices, are quietly missing from inside. Momma and Nonna’s absence is felt on nights like this when the house is void of the delicious smells emanating from the kitchen and silence falls within the walls.
    The dining room table is filled with wrappers and a lively laptop. Carmine sits at the far end, opposite from my usual seat at the head of the table. His eyes are fixed on the screen.
    “Hey, boss.”
    I eye the sandwich wrappers and step closer to him to be heard without having to shout. “You know, the housekeeper will prepare something for you. You