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“Stop whining and maybe I’ll let you sleep.”
“I don’t know what gave you the impression that I would need your permission for this...” Without me showing the way, Antonella walks to the access door to the inside of the boat, however, when she turns the handle, nothing happens.
She turns in my direction, staring at me with narrowed eyes.
“Give me the keys and no one gets hurt,” she challenges.I smile wide.Antonella sighs and decides to try another approach. “Marcos, I’m sleepy and I don’t see you carrying any food, so I’m guessing that in a few hours, in addition to being sleepy, I’ll be hungry…When you want to, you’re an intelligent man, so tell me, what are the odds that this combination is good?”
“When I want to, huh?” I ironize and start moving, loosening the ropes of the boat and completely ignoring Antonella’s tantrum. Usually, when you want something from someone, flattery is the chosen path, not the offense.
“God, Marcos! Why would you do something like that, why?”
“Because if I wanted to sail alone, I would not have brought you with me,” I point out the obvious, but it is the same as staying silent. Antonella doesn’t care about my motives.
“I don’t want to sail!I never understood this thing that people have for doing the hardest thing when they can just start an engine and get wherever they want.”
“God!” I put my hand to my chest, pretending to have been deeply hurt. “It’s easy to see our marriage isn’t real! My wife would never say anything like that!”
“Marcos...” she whimpers. I point to the stern of the boat, covered by a waterproof futon and cushions.My wife throws her head back and grunts, annoyed.
“You are so annoying!”
“You weren’t complaining a few hours ago.”
“That’s because God had mercy on you and gave you something to do well, fuck, Marcos! You’re great on it!”
“Thank you, wife!” She grunts again and gets between the cushions.
Without any hurry, I finish all the procedures and make the necessary checks to get the boat moving.The wind is still not enough, so I start the engine and leave the marina.Behind the wheel, I can confirm that this was a good idea.
The sea has always been one of my favorite places, even if neglected by other activities. I think everyone has something they like to do, and yet, rarely do. That’s the story of my life with yachting¹.
The dark sky above us begins to fade as the boat advances over the waters.With the autopilot set up, I spend some time leaning over the wheel, going over in my mind, for the thousandth time since I arrived on the island, the last events of my life.
After seeing and reviewing the most unexpected of them, I end up laughing at myself, and it reminds me of Isabella.But Mommy said we can laugh at ourselves...
I look back and, as expected, Antonella is asleep, lying on the pillows, wrapped in the blanket.Wife.My wife. Liar.
I sigh and shake my head to one side and the other, denying and compelling myself to acknowledge, even if grudgingly, the truth.Antonella did not lie to me, she omitted, many, many things, but the fact is that most of the statements I would like to accuse her of having made, she never did.I did, she just didn’t deny... Do I like it? No?But in her place, would I have done it differently? No...
I run my hand through my hair, and again, I turn my gaze to her, now curled up like a cigar in the blanket, just with her head out.I laugh, and this is just one of the things I find myself being forced to acknowledge.
It’s not that before I met Antonella I had trouble smiling.Far from it, but in her company, except for the moments when I find I’ve been deceived, smiling is constant.
I walk to the place where she’s lying.On my knees, I crawl until I’m positioned behind her body and sit down.The full, pink lips stand out on the clean skin of the exposed face, since the hair is stuck carelessly on the top of her head.
“Wife... Wake up…” I whisper in her ear.
“Leave me alone!” She turns the other way, running away from me and making things a lot more fun. Screw it, I’m annoying.
“Come on, Antonella! You’re already here, this is the most beautiful dawn you’ll ever see. Open your eyes...” I ask, bringing the mouth closer to her ear again.I take advantage of the proximity to slide the tip of my nose into her skin.Her tasty smell causes me very unwanted sensations, but to which I already begin to give up wanting to learn to avoid.
“I don’t want to...”
“Then don’t go saying I didn’t try to be decent,” I warn and start nudging her. Antonella wiggles back and forth, but I don’t stop.
“Hell!” she yells, giving herself up, and I smile, victorious. “That’s not what I expected from this trip,” she complains as she settles, now lying between my legs.
“You’re not the wife I expected either, so I guess it’s all good.”
