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match ensued. Bruno appeared, tailored and sharp. His angry visage silenced Tomás before he spoke. But when he did, there was a bass so deep, that gave Maria goosebumps.
    “Tomás, silenzioso cazzo. How dare you speak to my donna that way? Va, ora before I pound you like the dry meat you cook!”
    Tomás apologized profusely as he collected his items, shoving them into his eco-friendly sack. He turned to Maria with imploration asking her forgiveness. He had not meant to offend the mistress, he had overstepped his boundaries and he was aware of his error. Twenty years he had worked for the De Marco’s. The former mistress was unable to cook and relied on Tomás more than she should. When she took ill it was if he had died, because he loved her like a sister, thus his resentment of Maria, a mistress who did not seem to need him around.
    He did not speak these thoughts, but he did ask for a chance to begin anew.
    Maria sighed. Tomás was not a horrible cook. In fact he was quite good. She glanced at Bruno who said nothing more. Her decision was what he would support. Within the teachings of scripture, there is the mention of compassion and the urging of forgiveness. She recanted a scripture in silence from Matthew 6:15, ‘But if you do not forgive others their trespasses, neither will your Father forgive your trespasses.’ 
    Maria regained her composure; she had allowed herself to become riled. “You may return tomorrow Tomás. Today, I will cook, but you are well received in the morning and I will appreciate if you can plan a menu that includes foods picky children might love.” Maria smiled warmly. “My grandbabies are coming today. However tomorrow my daughter-in-law will join us for an outing but I’m sure learning to make your fancy cookies and pizza will be nice when we return. My sweet daughter will certainly find the recipe’s useful. Now, I warn you, the children are lively and their mama will require our combined patience in the cucina. Will you be ready for the challenge ahead?”
    Relief blanketed Tomás’ face. He was not fired. ““Oui, Signore. Thank you...thank you. I will come up with a variety of simple and fun meals any child can make, even a mother who cannot bake. Ah, I will begin work on this today,” he said with such gratitude, Bruno smirked.
    Tomás had never apologized before. He was an arrogant person who Bruno tolerated as he did family. However, there are moments when someone requires a firm hand as a guide when their footing stray s from the path of respect.
    When Tomás departed, Bruno approached Maria. He saw the frown upon her face which passed suddenly. He hoped Tomás’ offense had not upset her too much. His hand rubbed her arm as she reached for the egg carton upon the counter. To her neck he planted a kiss of adoration and to her ear he whispered, “You rule my home donna, I give you access without reservation as I do my heart.”
    She shut her eyes to his heavy breath on her skin and his hands upon her hips. The goosebumps from his voice presented from his touch. The sound of a zipper instead of utensils echoed in the quiet of the expansive kitchen. The elation of loving again took over. The maturity of a woman admitted her desire for Bruno without shame. The hand lifting her dress, sliding down her panties and spreading her thighs apart were given assistance. She stepped free of the trappings, simultaneously as he kicked away his shoes and wrestled loose his lower garments before bending her torso across the marble counter in an urgent expression of his need.
    The acceptance of Bruno’s hard internal caresses resulted in an uncharacteristic supplication as her breasts jellied to and fro atop sandstone. “Oh Bruno…guapo…take care on your journey…return safely my heart.”
    The tenderness of Maria’s expression was a blessing he always longed to hear. She had begun to love and trust again. He had loved his wife, but living beyond her death had become hours of