I don't know how long I can wait

Molly:

I gaped at him, and then his eyes drifted to the glove compartment. He pulled it open, and took out a pack of cigars.

"There it is," he said, and then he left with it.

The moment he left, I began to question myself. Was he playing dumb or he just chose to ignore me? I became unsteady, and I poked my head out of the window. Then I saw him standing with a group of people. He looked really happy taking puffs from his stick of cigar. They were discussing something I didn't care about. Well they spoke in Italian and I barely understood them.

I stared too long until I caught the attention of one of the men.

"Your wife?" He asked, and Farrell gave him a half smile.

"She is a pretty one," he said, winking at me and Farrell's countenance changed immediately.

He took out his cigar from his mouth, and pressed it on the man's breast pocket creating a hole on the suit jacket.

"Hey! You can't do that!" The man yelled.

"I just did, and this meeting is over. Get me my goods, and I'll be on my