"You want me to brush your hair?" Marcella asked as he was still mad. He was not even looking at her and staring at the phone. Marcella feared he might call Harley back and give a piece of his mind to him.
Tony glared at her. "I'm not a lady and you're not my maid."
"That is true. You're the man," Marcella chuckled.
Tony looked at her and the corner of his lips trembled as he tried to control his laughter. "Can you believe his temerity to talk to me that way about my wife?" He gritted his teeth. His anger rose again.
Marcella hugged him. "Prove yourself to them, Tony. Stay this way no matter how high you reach, and show them how much you value me," she said.
She spoke those words from her heart. Talking is easy; even if those words are from the heart, words still are less valuable than action. She would love for him to show them how a marriage where the spouses respect each other equally could be achievable and pleasurable.
