“Hey, Mr. Dennis. Could you do me one favor?”
“Sure, Mario,” I said. “What do you need?”
“My wife is having one of those parties for her friends today. I always seem to do something that makes her mad when she has these parties. I want you to come visit me. We’ll sit on the porch and talk and maybe I don’t do nothing to vex her.”
“I don’t know, Mario. Your wife has a mighty sharp tongue,” I said. “I don’t want her angry at me.”
“Oh, don’t worry about that. I’m the boss in my house.”
At the party Mario and I were sitting on the porch when his wife called him.
“Mario! Bring that cake from the kitchen table!”
‘I’ll be right back,” he said to me.
A minute later I heard a lot of female voices squealing and shouting from the living room.”
“Mario! Idiota! You dropped the cake,” his wife yelled. “You go into that hall closet and stay there until the party is over.”
“Si, mi amor.”
I sneaked around the house, went through the back door and made my way to the closet.
“Come in, Mr. Dennis,” he whispered. “There’s plenty room.”
“I wish I could order my husband around like that,” I heard one of the women say. “I would end up with a black and blue eye.”
“I can do anything with Mario I want,” his wife said. “Watch this. Mario! Get out of that closet.”
Mario didn’t say anything and he shushed me with a finger over his lips.
His wife called again,
“Mario! I order you to get out of that closet right now.”
“I won’t do it,” Mario yelled back at her. “I’ll show you I’m boss in this house!”
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