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down to his jacket. He moves his hands from one pocket to the other, stopping for a moment and then repeating the process.

“What’s wrong?” she asks.

His hands stay in motion while his body turns to scan the floor, as if the object of his interest might somehow lie at his feet. He walks back the couch and lifts the cushions before he comes back.

“Did you lose something?” At first he doesn’t appear to hear, as he scans the floor, the kitchen counter and the hallway.

“My wallet. Can’t find my wallet. Dammit! I just went to the bank and took out a lot of cash. Goddammit! We’ve got to go. I must have dropped it at the beach or at Citarella’s. Come on. First I’ll drop you at the bus stop.”

. “I don’t want to go just yet. Maybe after some more wine. Maybe when you get back.” Her smile teases him. She stretches here arms behind her head, which accentuates the swell of her breasts. Her mouth opens and her lips seem to ripen. She knows what she’s doing, but he has no interest in such games. Not now. Not anymore.

“I said I want to go now.” His voice rises.

He grabs at her upper arm, but she pulls away.

“Don’t.”

“Sorry. Look I don’t have time for this. I’ll be back soon, but be ready to leave when I get here.”