Chapter 7
No Good Girls tonight
Yesterday afternoon, as Salvatore and I talked, I realized why I wanted a waterfall feature in my garden and I told him about it: how I wanted it falling down as if the pool was flowing out itself and running off. But Salvatore convinced me to have a pond and he explained me that it would be much more appropriate since I already had a pool outside my window. He told me he would have the plans for it on the next day, which is today.
But Joseph was home and I had to give him attention. Non, it was not that bad.
Now, I sat at the dining room table, watching as he finished the last bit of his pie. If I know nothing else about my husband, he has a sweet tooth, one that requires something at the end of his evening meals. Apple, pecan, coconut, it does not matt
