Morning Afters
The next morning Zorah was feeling shy as she stood next to the waiting car while Dagoberto and Icaro spoke in brisk tones a few feet away. Avaline was on her way down from the room. Sidonia was also on her way from the room Vodingo was reportedly reluctant for either of them to leave. It was only because of his mother, Eleonora, pounding on the door to their hotel suite he finally opened the door.
Dagoberto when he’d come outside, hugged Zorah tightly, kissed both her cheeks warmly and then apologized for having to take Icaro away from her so soon but promised to have him back to her by the afternoon. The affection was startling and a bit overwhelming.
She looked up in surprise when Sidonia came storming out of the hotel entrance, Vodingo on her heels.
“You are not leaving until we settled this, Sid.” Vodingo tried to grab her arm, but she ducked away from him, swinging her handbag at him.
“No. You do not get to do the shit you did and then demand I forgive you like it’s your right to make me bow down to you.”
“You were angry, and I needed you to listen.”
“You tied me to the bed!” she kicked his shin, “and if it weren’t for your mother coming to untie me, which, I might add was a horribly humiliating way to meet my mother-in-law for the first time in person, I would still be tied up in the room. You were going to leave me there Vod!”
“I wasn’t,” he argued as he jumped to evade another kick. “I simply wanted you to listen to me and you kept stomping onto the balcony and then into the bathroom and locking the door and even into the closet. I needed you to listen!”
“You,” she poked him in the chest uncaring there was now a crowd drawn to their show, “do not get to say things like,” she mocked his voice, “it’s not my fault my cock is so magnificent the women flock to it like a masterpiece in a museum.” Sidonia’s face was a mottled shade of red.
“I was drunk. I shouldn’t have said it, but you wouldn’t let it go and I drank too much,” he tried to defend himself.
“And he’s an idiot,” Icaro tossed in from behind.
Zorah shot her husband an annoyed glance warning him to stay out of it.
Sidonia looked at Zorah, “it’s not so magnificent it should be drawing crowds.” She huffed angrily and folded her arms over her chest. “Should I be forced to listen to his crap? No. I merely wanted to go back to my room, sleep off the effects of the alcohol I wasn’t used to drinking and forget the number of women who showed up to try to sleep with my husband last night.”
“Did the Walrus try to sabotage you as well?” Zorah asked her.
“No. Wait. What?” Sidonia asked her.
“The Walrus purposefully invited a bunch of Icaro’s ex lovers to try to drive a wedge between us.” A thought dawned on Zorah, and she looked to Vodingo, “oh my goodness, how many of Icaro’s cast offs were also your lovers? If the Walrus brought in Icaro’s and you were double dipping,” she made a gagging sound, “each of his might have also been yours.”
“We did not share.” Vodingo argued.
“Often,” Icaro amended and patted his friend on the shoulder.
“I didn’t want to talk about it anymore. I wanted to be done with it. I wanted to go to sleep. He said his parents’ one piece of advice was never to go to sleep angry so he took this to mean we should stay awake all night and argue about something I’m not ready to forgive. When he got tired of me trying to go sleep elsewhere, like the bathtub and the closet floor, he tied me to the bed and kept yammering on. I haven’t slept yet, Vod!” Sidonia smacked his chest.
“Definitely go to bed angry.” Avaline commented as she came into the fray. She winked at Zorah, “good morning my beautiful daughter. Whoever said you should never go to bed angry didn’t mean it for any Lucchesi bride. You will find sleeping on the things which drive you to want to put a knife in their throat is often the best recourse. Vodingo, all you’ve done is managed to make your angry bride remain focused on her rage and sleep deprive her.”
Eleanora smacked him in the back of the head, “I presume it was your dumbass father who suggested such a thing?”
“Did I hear my name being called?” Calogero called out whilst approaching the group. He shot a mocking look at his son, “did I hear you tied up your wife and tried to force her to talk all night?”
“You told me not to go to sleep angry!”
“Yes. You. You don’t go to sleep angry. Ever. Suck it up and apologize. She,” Calogero pointed at Sidonia, “is my daughter and she is always right. You don’t get to be angry at her. She is a saint simply for agreeing to put up with your foolish ass.” Calogero moved to Sidonia and stood between her and his son, “my darling daughter, here” he put a credit card in her hand, “today, you spend all the money you want, and it will come directly from Vodingo’s accounts. Make a huge dent if you can.” He kissed her forehead, “you do not worry about him. Icaro and my brothers will straighten out his puny mind. Enjoy your day with your mother.” He turned her and pushed her towards his wife.
Zorah grinned at Sidonia’s bemused expression as she looked at the credit card in her hand while Eleanora wrapped a protective arm over Sidonia’s shoulder, shooting an annoyed glance at Vodingo before pulling her daughter-in-law into the waiting vehicle.
Avaline looked at Icaro, “I suppose with the Walrus flaunting all your affairs you both also had a horrible evening?”
“Nope!” Icaro held his hands up defensively. “I am my father’s son. I learn from my mistakes. I know how to apologize. I brought my bride home. We talked things over gently and then we danced on the balcony for hours just the two of us. I then tucked her into bed and let her sleep in my arms while I continue to repent for my sinful past.”
“Right. You’re not having sex.” Vodingo grunted at him. “You won’t last a week.”
“I will last the full thirty days because my bride is worth it. She needs to know my remorse is genuine.”
“You need to take lessons from Icaro,” Calogero griped at his son.
“Zorah, we should get a move on. I want to be in the boutiques before the skinny little tarts with the social media and constant telephones are in our way.” Avaline waved her to the car.
Zorah giggled at her words and started to follow her, but Icaro dragged her back. He tapped his cheek, and she stood on tiptoe and pressed a kiss.
“I will see you soon.”
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