FURIO GUINTA, CENA
PART 2
The sound of the telephone ringing woke Dr. Melfi from a deep, drunken sleep. "Hmmm?"
"Where you keep your spare key?"
"Cusamanos have it," she answered and hung up without thinking. She drifted off again.
Several hours later, she thought she heard a clanking sound next to her and caught a whiff of leather and cologne. Her head was throbbing. "What in God's name did I do last night?" What was the silver bell that usually sat on the mantelpiece doing on her nightstand? The sounds of someone walking around the kitchen and washing dishes drifted into the room. For a moment, she panicked. Then she remembered the call from Tony Soprano. She decided to give him a hard time about his manservant act and send him on his way. She picked up the bell and rang it, but stopped because it made her head hurt worse.
"You ring, doctora?" A gorgeous young Italian man stood in the doorway.
"Who are you, and what are you doing in here?"
"My name is Furio. I come to take care of you."
"Just get it over with. I didn't really want to live anymore anyway."
"Ah, you poor thing! You need help." He walked over to the bed and put his hand on her shoulder.
"You mean--you're not here to kill me?"
Furio laughed. "No, of course not."
Dr. Melfi dragged herself out into the kitchen. "I need a drink," she muttered. Furio put a glass of what looked like pond water on the rocks under her nose. "What's this?"
"Iz herbal tea--to clean alcohol out of your system."
She took a drink. "Interesting."
Furio put a plate of strawberries and whipped cream in front of her. "You eat now."
She turned up her nose. "I don't know. I feel awful."
"You feel better with something on your stomach. Just eat slowly." He sat and watched her.
"I'm going back to bed." She shuffled out of the room.
Melfi slept most of the day. Furio kept bringing her glasses of his herbal concoction. By evening, she really needed a drink. She peeked in on her caregiver and found him absorbed in a book. "Perfect," she thought. She walked to the liquor cabinet, and as she grasped the door handle, she heard a noise behind her.
"Step back!"
She whirled around, shouting, "Don't tell me what to do!" Then she noticed the gun pointing at her.
"I said back up! Come with me."
She followed Furio to the kitchen. He poured her a different herbal concoction. "I don't need any more of your stupid herbal tea!"
"This will calm your nerves. You drink now." He held the gun on her while she drank. "I keep my eyes on you. You get better whether you want or not!"
"Yes, sir." She slinked back to her bedroom. She wanted to give Tony Soprano an earful about this guy, but she didn't think she had much choice. One doesn't argue with a caregiver with a gun.
PART 2
The sound of the telephone ringing woke Dr. Melfi from a deep, drunken sleep. "Hmmm?"
"Where you keep your spare key?"
"Cusamanos have it," she answered and hung up without thinking. She drifted off again.
Several hours later, she thought she heard a clanking sound next to her and caught a whiff of leather and cologne. Her head was throbbing. "What in God's name did I do last night?" What was the silver bell that usually sat on the mantelpiece doing on her nightstand? The sounds of someone walking around the kitchen and washing dishes drifted into the room. For a moment, she panicked. Then she remembered the call from Tony Soprano. She decided to give him a hard time about his manservant act and send him on his way. She picked up the bell and rang it, but stopped because it made her head hurt worse.
"You ring, doctora?" A gorgeous young Italian man stood in the doorway.
"Who are you, and what are you doing in here?"
"My name is Furio. I come to take care of you."
"Just get it over with. I didn't really want to live anymore anyway."
"Ah, you poor thing! You need help." He walked over to the bed and put his hand on her shoulder.
"You mean--you're not here to kill me?"
Furio laughed. "No, of course not."
Dr. Melfi dragged herself out into the kitchen. "I need a drink," she muttered. Furio put a glass of what looked like pond water on the rocks under her nose. "What's this?"
"Iz herbal tea--to clean alcohol out of your system."
She took a drink. "Interesting."
Furio put a plate of strawberries and whipped cream in front of her. "You eat now."
She turned up her nose. "I don't know. I feel awful."
"You feel better with something on your stomach. Just eat slowly." He sat and watched her.
"I'm going back to bed." She shuffled out of the room.
Melfi slept most of the day. Furio kept bringing her glasses of his herbal concoction. By evening, she really needed a drink. She peeked in on her caregiver and found him absorbed in a book. "Perfect," she thought. She walked to the liquor cabinet, and as she grasped the door handle, she heard a noise behind her.
"Step back!"
She whirled around, shouting, "Don't tell me what to do!" Then she noticed the gun pointing at her.
"I said back up! Come with me."
She followed Furio to the kitchen. He poured her a different herbal concoction. "I don't need any more of your stupid herbal tea!"
"This will calm your nerves. You drink now." He held the gun on her while she drank. "I keep my eyes on you. You get better whether you want or not!"
"Yes, sir." She slinked back to her bedroom. She wanted to give Tony Soprano an earful about this guy, but she didn't think she had much choice. One doesn't argue with a caregiver with a gun.