Hell
Today, thank God, Antonella is leaving the hospital after 4 days of being admitted for monitoring something, I'm not even sure what. I couldn't stand the hospital smell anymore. I help her finish packing her things, and we leave the room. She stops at the reception to sign the papers.
Hell- "I was thinking of throwing a party at home to announce my child," I say as we get into the car
Antonella- "Do you think it's a good idea?"
Hell- "If you want, it can be a ball too," she looks at me and smiles.
Antonella- "At home is fine, at least I won this one, right?"
Hell- "I'll have everything arranged for later then."
Antonella- "Oh, I won't even be able to drink," she says with a sad little face.
Hell- "No way, are you crazy? My child will be born an alcoholic, you crazy," she laugh
