Tony blew in her ear.
The sudden gust of air in her ear made her jump. "Tony!" she pushed him aside.
He caught her hand and kissed it.
"I make enough to keep you unworried," he said.
"Whatever," Marcella walked away.
She didn't know why he had to keep his salary a secret from her. He happily continued vacuuming and she sat and watched his lovely backside without blinking her eyes. She had an urge to slap him hard on those round mounds as he shook them dancing to the tune of the song. But she kept her hands to herself. She didn't want to lose her view.
Tony prepared Sunday dinner that day. She tried to help him prep but he insisted he did everything. She didn't insist. Why should she when he was enthusiastic?
She understood that he wanted to cook for her. He tries to help her in cooking most of the time too. Maybe that's his way of following her father. Her father cooked most of the meals in their family.
