Page 53 of Amadeo
Amadeo didn’t get to sit in his chair as he leaned down to whisper to me again, “Here comes a-hole number two.”
Stopping at our chairs, Stephano snapped at Amadeo, “Why haven’t you been answering your phone?”
“It went dead. I forgot to charge it for two days. Why? Is there news?”
Stephano glanced at me then swung his gaze back to his son. “I need to discuss it with you.”
Amadeo reached down and placed his hand on my shoulder. “Whatever you need to say, you can say it in front of Gia as well.”
Stephano stared at him then looked down at me in my chair.
I shrugged. “He and I are together now. But even if that wasn’t a fact, I am Deacon’s physician. I should be informed about this too.”
He kept staring at me, his expression blank, then he looked up at Amadeo again. “We can’t discuss it here anyway. It’s complicated.”
Amadeo chuckled. “Of course it is. I don’t think anything having to do with this family is simple.”
He shook his head and replied, “I wish to see you both in my study after breakfast.” He turned sharply and headed away.
Amadeo sat down and scooted his chair in as he kept grumbling to himself.
I looked over at him. “What are you muttering about?”
He raised his gaze at me to reply, “It’s not very PG, nor is it very polite.”
“If it doesn’t do you proud, then you shouldn’t say it aloud.”
We looked up.
Zia was smiling at us as she sat down in her chair.
Amadeo chuckled. “That’s just what you taught me.”
“I saw him stop here.” She nodded her head towards her brother. “He just loves to ruin people’s day. And he especially likes to do it early.”
“I know, right?” Amadeo agreed as he poured coffee from the decanter into my cup. “Like he wants to start his fusses at 8 a.m.?”
Nodding firmly at him, Zia went on, “And 10 a. m…11, noon…”
We all laughed.
“Luckily for us, he did cut the lecture short though,” Amadeo told her. “But we have to be in his study after breakfast.”
“Ok, dig into the pancakes and sausage, then,” Zia said as she motioned to the serving dishes on the table. “You are gonna need all your strength if you step into that room. You need to be ready to withstand the storm of....” She paused and looked at Amadeo. “What world dominating, outright Armageddon catastrophe is it now?
Amadeo snickered. “He wasn’t happy that my phone died and he couldn’t reach me.”
“Oh, everyone needs to die for that!” she exclaimed dramatically. “You need to hide right away for such a heinous crime.”
I couldn’t stop laughing. Now I knew where Amadeo got his humor from. This woman was a comedic genius.
Zia waved her hand in dismissal. “Besides, yesterday was a hectic one. So you forgot? The man calls me dramatic? Well, Mr.Importantisthebiggest drama king I have ever met.”
Amadeo and I both laughed.
As we ate, Zia told us stories about his drama, “He threw a fit over that one. I never touched that ink well! I cleaned his desk and he accused me of messing it up. And then I told him, ‘We live in the 21st century, who uses ink wells?’ Well, that lit a fire under his culo. So I had to then listen to a lecture about the importance of refined adherences to things that are sacred and historic…Blah, blah, blah…” Zia looked over at us and added, “I asked him what in the holiest of saints did that mean?” She laughed. “Dio mio… did he lose it after that! So, I just walked out while he was still ranting.”
We all laughed.
