Let Italy remain in Italy

My phone beeped in my purse as the taxi driver rode through the estranged streets of Washington in the late morning rush.

I fumbled my bag for the phone and eventually found it, I glanced at the screen and there it was… a whooping sum of two million dollars.

An amount I would be crazy about had lost all value and excitement and I couldn’t explain why.

That is just how it is with ill gotten wealth, or maybe it was the fact that Navy had ended our contract at the airport in a heartbeat, insisting that we went different ways.

I hopped on a commercial plane as usual and he of course, strolled to his luxuriously parked plane gleaming in the mid-morning sun.

“What an ass” I muttered to myself, as his back turned against me flashed in my memory.

Strangely, I found it upsetting, disheartening. So upsetting that the credit alert did not excite me.

My gaze fell on the date displayed on my phone’s screen-

“Saturday, March 5th?!”

The month had only just begun but it felt like it had been fore