Chapter 22 Plumbing deeper(4)

• And I stood there watching his back as he disappeared into a separate room. Yes, he started sleeping in a different room ten years ago when I first caught him red-handed shattering whatever respect I had for him. But tonight I'm going truly to bed thinking about my plans for the future. The next morning I woke up early just like Giovanni. He is amazed at my zeal because usually, I wouldn't get out of bed until one o'clock in the afternoon. Anyway, I get up, prepare him some breakfast and then accompany him to the door.
• I hand him his briefcase, waving goodbye. He is, as always, flattered. I take the opportunity to ask him what time he intends to return. And he, undermining my intentions, answers '8 p.m'. I smile replying, 'fine', kissing him on the mouth to avoid suspicion. I endure the kiss and watch him leave. Finally, I put on my jazz record and drink my coffee. Settling down on the sofa, I look around thinking about what might break!?
• I look at the curtains. A tailor. I look in the chimney hood. A chimney sweep. I look at the windows, doors, parquet, carpets, perhaps the garden? I don't know what to expect. So I started making phone calls. I start with a gardener, not Eli, but maybe someone hotter!? I make an appointment and receive a message saying, the gardener shall arrive in an hour. Right, I'll get ready. I greet him dressed in a white silk dressing gown, nothing underneath putting all my goods on display. I let him into the house telling him that the air outside in the garden is too cold for me. He seems to be a pleasant middle-aged man in his late 40's, average height, well built. My blood starts rushing to my nether regions. But there's time. There is always time to understand what a man is hiding under there. He seems nice, we smile at each other making small talk. I lean languidly against the table asking, “Hmmm, So why don't you tell me a little bit about yourself?”