MAURIZIO FERRARI
I looked out at the city lights outside, standing on the balcony, lean ing with my shoulders on the rails as the smoke of my cigar lingers into the cool air on my one hand and the other hand has a glass of whiskey.
When I got home about an hour ago, the house was dark and quiet, not like other days when I get welcomed by a noisy house full of humans-my humans.
When I asked where my wife and son are, Dante told me that he drove her to her father's house. That's not okay. What are her reasons to leave our house with my son? For today, I will let her be for today but I want her back tomorrow. She better get back for it because if it gets to a point where I have to fetch her, it could get a little ugly... I know my wife, she can get more stubborn than she already is; the
