“That couldn’t have gone any worse,” Elio looked to the two men who staring slack-jawed at the door which had just closed.
“What the f**k just happened?” Brix rubbed his forehead in confusion.
“I believe we f****d up on a massive scale and made our wife feel she is an afterthought,” Malik gave a grunt and mimicked the same movement of rubbing his forehead.
“Did you promise her Sunday mornings are sleeping-in mornings?” Elio asked them curiously.
“Dad, this,” he waved at his arm which he admitted was aching like a b***h, “created extenuating circumstances.”
“Yet, there was nothing she said this morning which either of you were able to refute. Would an hour or two of being in bed with her this morning to give her the attention she deserves, have created chaos?” When the two men were sil
