8 PM No Excuses

After a minute of anxious waiting, Giuliana receives a reply from Karl. '8 PM no excuses whore'

Giuliana let out a nervous gulp. Her unplanned sleep in had now put her firmly between the need to serve Karl and to keep her husband in the dark. In need of something to calm her nerves, Giuliana reaches for the bottle of vodka she kept hidden for herself. The drink does little to ease her troubled mind. That's when her phone rings.

"Hello?"

"It's me." Giuseppe says. "I've been trying to call you all day."

"Ugh... I'm sorry. I slept in okay?"

"No it's bit okay. You know I had to drop the girls off again?"

"I'm sorry, okay? I just had a rough night."

"A rough night." Giuseppe raises his voice. "What about me? First I spend last night worried about you, and now you're sleeping in late. What the hell is going on with you?"

"What is that supposed to mean?"

"Well I don't know. For all I know, you could be fucking around."

"Oh, I'm fucking around?" Giuliana holds her tongue for a second, not sure if she's ready to let her secret out yet.

"Yeah, I reckon you are?"

Giuliana inhales a deep breath, not sure how to respond to Giuseppe's accusations.