Chapter 8Cantante never made it to her doctor’s appointment, but Warwick saw several, when he was taken to a DC hospital after a ten-foot slide down a slick and jagged hill.
None the worse for wear, Cantante found her way back to the hotel solo, so the concierge, recognizing her, took her up to Antonella’s suite.
“But where are my two boys?” she asked in a panic, at least to hear her tell, as within just another minute, Dom had called her on his cellphone.
Warwick insisted he didn’t need an ambulance, just a car service, since he’d lost his glasses and couldn’t drive the rental car at his disposal. Ferdi offered to take him on the bus, but Dom and Antonella overruled. Dom had already called 911 by the time Warwick managed to pull himself back up the muddy cliff. Lovingly, tenderly, he s
