66. Dante
DANTE
Journal Entry | Dante
It’s been months since Pom’s spoken to me. Though she’s become chummy with Enzo.
I’m trying not to take it personally.
What works, journal? Flowers? Cannolis?
Or do I have to go nuclear? A brand-new Mercedes SUV with all the bells and whistles. Top safety rating. Filled to the roof with baby shit.
I don’t know what it’s gonna take to get Pom to start talking to me again. But I do know this:
If the mother of my child doesn’t get her ass in gear and drag herself to a spa for some serious pampering, I’ll make it my personal life’s mission to see that those little piggies are mani-pedied within an inch of their fucking lives.
PS—
Even if I have to do it myself. Do not test me. I will bust out the Dremel, woman.
PPS—
You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.