"No. But I'm guessing it has something to do with the plans over there." Marco responded.
Vee understood that the absence of specificity was itself specific and that the details were not for open air.
"Alright." Luca said. "Get some sleep, Marco."
Vee was already readjusting her nightdress, pulling the fabric down from where it had migrated to somewhere around her waist. The nightdress had not had a quiet evening. She smoothed it down and settled back against the headboard.
Luca set the phone back on the nightstand. "We cannot catch a break," he said.
Vee looked at him. "We?" She said with one eyebrow ascending to a height that communicated volumes. "No. You cannot catch a break. Unless your wife is coming to New York to shoot me again, I have nothing to worry about." She said wife with overt bitterness.
"I told you nothing like that is going to happen again," he said. "Besides—" He paused. "I think it's a good idea that she is coming."
