RafaelI found Angelica in the alley behind Gusto’s. She was half naked, her panties around her ankles, still drunk, and clutching a stupid plastic crown. "No more," she grunted when I crouched next to her. "My pussy's all raw and shit... but you were wonderful baby." She turned her head to look at me. "What's your name again?"I wanted to throttle her right there and then, but I picked her up anyway and carried her to my SUV.I took my sister to the hotel where Madeleine and I would spend the night before we left for the mountains. I cleaned Angelica up as well as I could, had Doc DiMaggia come by to place a banana bag, and then waited for her to sober up so I could give her my final ultimatum. When she was semi-coherent, I dragged her from the couch over to the dining room table, banana bag and all, and sat her down to have one last conversation with her.“This is the last time,” I said, using the same tone I’d usually reserve for someone who was about to die. “I’m sorry your life i
MadeleineI stare up at the canopy of my bed. I’ve been lying here for an hour, waiting for Ethel to come and get me so we can go to the penthouse where I’ll get ready for the ceremony.Angelica got shitfaced drunk last night, and ruined my bachelorette. It's becoming increasingly clear that if something's not about Angelica, she'll make it about herself. Regina ended up bringing me back home when I couldn’t stand it anymore.I tried to bring my almost sister-in-law home with me, but she refused to leave Gusto's. At that point, she was wearing the silly little plastic crown and ‘bride to be sash’ that Ethel draped over me when I walked into the restaurant.I felt special for all of an hour, and then Angelica started with her shenanigans.The last time I saw her, she was climbing one of the male strippers like he was a tree, trying her best to get her hand down his pants.I felt sorry for the poor guy.I roll over and get my phone. Angelica is supposed to meet me at the penthouse in t
MadeleineThese last few weeks have been nothing short of hell.Angelica is nice, but overbearing, and I am starting to resent her presence in what I’m starting to think of as my house. The wedding she’s planning isn’t mine. It’s hers. I thought I put my stamp on the wedding when I chose sunflower bouquets for the tables, but she went behind my back and changed it to lilies. She cancelled the band I chose and replaced it with some kind of big swing band. The only thing she kept was the cake - and I’m sure that’s only because Rafael chose it.Maybe if I cared more about having a wedding with my two-hundred-and-fifty odd closest friends and relatives I’ve never met, I would have given more of a shit. I don’t. It’s a party for appearances, not a celebration of love.At least she didn’t change my dress. I went for the last fitting yesterday, and today they delivered it. The dress is still as beautiful as it was on the day I fitted it, and the long veil is perfect. I chose a small tiara
Rafael“Do you think he’ll come back?” Frankie asks.The club is pumping tonight. The drunks are here drinking their paychecks and stuffing one dollar notes in the dancers’ g-strings. Later tonight, they’ll go home to a crumbling house and hungry children, but they will be so drunk and high that they won’t care. If the kids are really lucky, their father won't backhand them when they cry for food.There was a time I didn’t care about any of that stff, but Madeleine’s morals are starting to rub off on me or something. I’m aiding and abetting those people, and it's starting to bother me.Paulie pulls a baggie out of his pocket, and taps some white powder out on a small mirror, starts to separate it into lines with a credit card. I haven’t seen him use drugs in a long time. I don’t know what triggered him to start using again, and I don’t bother to ask. There's no excuse for it, and no room for it when we're facing a serious problem.He holds the mirror out to Frankie who holds up his h
RafaelIt’s good to be home. Sort of.The last few weeks have flown by. Angelica has been at my house every day to discuss wedding plans with Madeleine, and we have had almost no time to ourselves. Two days out, and the place is a hive of activity. Caterers took over my kitchen, decorators invaded my garden, landscapers moved Betsy’s playset, someone’s putting up a marquis tent the size of a palace, and I have to keep reminding myself to watch my language with all these strangers around.Betsy isn’t taking any of the activity too well. She’s upset because they moved her playset, she’s upset because there’s always people in the kitchen, she’s upset because the tent is in her way and she can’t see the lake. I understand the kid. There are days when I want to throw a tantrum that will bring the house down too.The end result is that Ethel or Madeleine keeps her away from the house as long as possible every day, which pisses Angelica off no end.I should have considered that the place w
MadeleineI listen to Rafael and Ethel argue upstairs while I finish dinner. I would give anything to be a fly on the wall just so I can hear their conversation. I don’t know why Ethel decided to kill Clarissa herself, and I’m dying to find out what her motivations were.Rafael and Ethel are still going at it by the time I’m done with the food, and call Betsy over to eat.She’s been good as gold, watching her cartoons while she colours. It's hard to believe that she’s the same little girl who’d throw daily, sometimes even hourly, tantrums because she didn’t know how to deal with her feelings any other way.I’m so proud of her, and the saddest thing is that she’ll never know.At long last, the constant drone of voices above our heads die down, and a minute later I hear Rafael and Ethel leaving her bedroom, then sound of their footsteps on the stairs. The nanny is dressed in her usual clothes and is wearing her own shoes. Rafael gives me a pointed look as he walks past me, holding a