know I have it.”
“How sweet,” Keti said looking at the screen. “Amore. Is that what he calls you?”
“Amore?” I looked at her blankly. “No . . .”
She handed me the phone. “It’s right here.”
Amore Mia
Text Message
Amore? My love? Who’s calling my husband Amore? No, that’s not how it works. Who is my husband calling Amore Mia? I pressed the notification.
Amore Mia
Are you on your way?
October 11, 2009 1:04 PM
I started reading backward through the thread of messages.
Amore Mia
Your so good
October 11, 2009 12:55 PM
Dan the Man
Not now. After she is back home. Feeling better
October 11, 2009 12:54 PM
Amore Mia
:( When are you going to tell her?
October 11, 2009 12:52 PM
Dan the Man
She’s doing okay. Made it through the hard time
October 11, 2009 12:51 PM
Amore Mia
After. Pretty please? You’ll be glad! ;-) How is Elise?
October 11, 2009 12:49 PM
Dan the Man
:) On way to hospital see Elise. I love you
October 11, 2009 12:45 PM
Amore Mia
Just had the sweetest dream of you. I miss you. Can you come over?
October 11, 2009 12:42 PM
Amore Mia
Ditto. Ditto. Ditto. Please. Please. Please!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
October 11, 2009 10:07 AM
Dan the Man
Floating. Last night was unbelievable. We need a rerun ASAP!!!!!!!!!!!!!
October 11, 2009 9:42 AM
Amore Mia
How is my dreamboy today?
October 11, 2009 9:39 AM
There were more. Many more. I couldn’t read them because my eyes were filled with tears.
“Honey?” Keti said.
I looked up at her. “My husband is cheating on me.”
“I’m sorry.”
Just then Dan walked back into the room. “Hi, babe, I forgot my phone.”
I looked at him, shaking, unable to speak.
“Why are you crying?” He looked at Keti. “Is she in pain?”
“I would think so,” Keti said, her eyes narrow with anger.
“Can you get her something for it?”
“Not for this pain.”
He looked at her quizzically, then back over at me. “Honey . . .”
“Who is she?” I said.
“I’ll check on your antibiotic,” Keti said, making her way toward the door. It sounded ridiculous, like telling someone in a hurricane that you would be back to wash their windows. She brushed by Dan on the way out.
“Who?” he asked, his eyes stupidly wide.
“Who is Amore Mia?”
He stepped toward me. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
I held up his phone. “Who is Amore Mia?”
“Elise . . .”
“If you have something to tell me, tell me now.”
“It’s nothing. She’s nothing.”
“I read the texts. Don’t lie to me.”
For a moment we looked at each other, then he breathed out slowly, as if he’d resigned himself. “Okay, so you caught me. I’m having an affair.”
“Who is she?”
He looked even more uncomfortable.
“Do I know her?”
“Kayla,” he said.
The only Kayla I knew was my best, and only, friend and the thought that she would cheat with my husband was so far beyond possibility that I couldn’t process it. “Kayla who?”
“Kayla,” he said again but with more emphasis.
“My Kayla?”
“Yeah.”
My pain doubled. When I could speak I asked, “How long has this been going on?”
“I don’t know.”
“How long?”
“A while.”
I broke down crying again. He stepped forward and put his hand on my arm. “Elise.”
I pulled away. “Don’t touch me.”
“Elise,” he said in the condescending register he used when he thought I was being overly dramatic.
“Go away,” I said. “Go to your . . . amore .”
“I’m not leaving,” he said.
“Get out of here!” I shouted.
Just then Keti walked back into the room. She must have heard our conversation because she looked angry. “You need to leave,” she said, pointing a sausage finger at Dan.
“She’s my wife,” Dan said. “I don’t need to go anywhere.”
Her voice rose. “She’s my patient and this is my house, and if she wants you to leave, you leave.” She walked to a button on the wall. “Or should I call
“How sweet,” Keti said looking at the screen. “Amore. Is that what he calls you?”
“Amore?” I looked at her blankly. “No . . .”
She handed me the phone. “It’s right here.”
Amore Mia
Text Message
Amore? My love? Who’s calling my husband Amore? No, that’s not how it works. Who is my husband calling Amore Mia? I pressed the notification.
Amore Mia
Are you on your way?
October 11, 2009 1:04 PM
I started reading backward through the thread of messages.
Amore Mia
Your so good
October 11, 2009 12:55 PM
Dan the Man
Not now. After she is back home. Feeling better
October 11, 2009 12:54 PM
Amore Mia
:( When are you going to tell her?
October 11, 2009 12:52 PM
Dan the Man
She’s doing okay. Made it through the hard time
October 11, 2009 12:51 PM
Amore Mia
After. Pretty please? You’ll be glad! ;-) How is Elise?
October 11, 2009 12:49 PM
Dan the Man
:) On way to hospital see Elise. I love you
October 11, 2009 12:45 PM
Amore Mia
Just had the sweetest dream of you. I miss you. Can you come over?
October 11, 2009 12:42 PM
Amore Mia
Ditto. Ditto. Ditto. Please. Please. Please!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
October 11, 2009 10:07 AM
Dan the Man
Floating. Last night was unbelievable. We need a rerun ASAP!!!!!!!!!!!!!
October 11, 2009 9:42 AM
Amore Mia
How is my dreamboy today?
October 11, 2009 9:39 AM
There were more. Many more. I couldn’t read them because my eyes were filled with tears.
“Honey?” Keti said.
I looked up at her. “My husband is cheating on me.”
“I’m sorry.”
Just then Dan walked back into the room. “Hi, babe, I forgot my phone.”
I looked at him, shaking, unable to speak.
“Why are you crying?” He looked at Keti. “Is she in pain?”
“I would think so,” Keti said, her eyes narrow with anger.
“Can you get her something for it?”
“Not for this pain.”
He looked at her quizzically, then back over at me. “Honey . . .”
“Who is she?” I said.
“I’ll check on your antibiotic,” Keti said, making her way toward the door. It sounded ridiculous, like telling someone in a hurricane that you would be back to wash their windows. She brushed by Dan on the way out.
“Who?” he asked, his eyes stupidly wide.
“Who is Amore Mia?”
He stepped toward me. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
I held up his phone. “Who is Amore Mia?”
“Elise . . .”
“If you have something to tell me, tell me now.”
“It’s nothing. She’s nothing.”
“I read the texts. Don’t lie to me.”
For a moment we looked at each other, then he breathed out slowly, as if he’d resigned himself. “Okay, so you caught me. I’m having an affair.”
“Who is she?”
He looked even more uncomfortable.
“Do I know her?”
“Kayla,” he said.
The only Kayla I knew was my best, and only, friend and the thought that she would cheat with my husband was so far beyond possibility that I couldn’t process it. “Kayla who?”
“Kayla,” he said again but with more emphasis.
“My Kayla?”
“Yeah.”
My pain doubled. When I could speak I asked, “How long has this been going on?”
“I don’t know.”
“How long?”
“A while.”
I broke down crying again. He stepped forward and put his hand on my arm. “Elise.”
I pulled away. “Don’t touch me.”
“Elise,” he said in the condescending register he used when he thought I was being overly dramatic.
“Go away,” I said. “Go to your . . . amore .”
“I’m not leaving,” he said.
“Get out of here!” I shouted.
Just then Keti walked back into the room. She must have heard our conversation because she looked angry. “You need to leave,” she said, pointing a sausage finger at Dan.
“She’s my wife,” Dan said. “I don’t need to go anywhere.”
Her voice rose. “She’s my patient and this is my house, and if she wants you to leave, you leave.” She walked to a button on the wall. “Or should I call
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