MAURIZIO FERRARI
I pulled the chair and sat down. I placed one cigar on the table and pushed it forward. He gladly took it and smiled, playing with it between his fingers.
"Like old times?" He said.
"Like old times." I smirked back at him. He put the cigar between his lips and I lit it for him, before I did the same with mine. The smoke filled the air, making the loudest noise. This was more comfortable than having small chats.
"How is your wife keeping up with your cigars and the smoke in the house?" He asked.
I blew the smoke in the air and looked at him. "I am not here to discuss my wife."
He didn't respond, but kept quiet. After our cigars ran out, he asked, "How is mom doing?" I looked at him, thinking maybe he'd tell me that he was just joking about his question, but seeing
