Pia took a deep breath.   This was due or die.   Depending on how she answered the questions he was going to ask her, would depend if he walked out her door and out of her life forever. There was another knock on the door.   This time Pia slowly opened it.   Lorenzo stood there with a bouquet of yellow roses.   Pia stood motionless.   The last thing she expected was for Lorenzo to bring her roses. He held the roses out and Pia took them.   “Thank you,” she whispered, stepping aside. Lorenzo walked in, not kissing her like he usually did.   He stood in her living room with his arms crossed.   “I don’t know what to think or what to say.” “I’m so sorry.   I wanted to tell you.   I was going to tell you tonight at dinner.   I’m just as shocked as you.” “Shocked?   You’re trying to tell me you’re shocked that you are married?” Pia looked him in the eyes.   “Yes.” “Come on Pia.   Do you take me as a

            Pia paced back and forth across the room.   She didn’t have a clue what she was going to say to Lorenzo.   The best way to handle the situation would be to tell him the truth, which would definitely be hard to believe.   How do you explain to someone that you were married and don’t remember saying I do. Pia could imagine Lorenzo traveling down Hylan Boulevard to her house not knowing what to expect.   Confused, and totally disgusted with her.   What she couldn’t understand was why he was giving her a chance to explain.   If the situation had been reversed, she would have dismissed him on the spot. Glancing at her watch, she had less than a half hour before he arrived, providing he didn’t hit any traffic.   Picking up her landline, she dialed Lisa, hoping she had found something out. “Hey, feel like grabbing a drink?” Lisa asked. “No thanks.   Lorenzo is on his way over. For some strange reason he’s giving me a chance to explain.”

--> “Wife?”   That was Lorenzo’s last word to her.   And the look on his face was one she’d never forget either. Lorenzo didn’t give her a chance to explain.    He looked at her as the smile on his face faded.   Pia tried her best to avoid eye contact, but when their eyes met, Lorenzo shook his head in disgust.   Pia knew he had read right through her.    “Bastard,” had turned out to be her only word to Larry. Pia sat in the middle of her bed hugging the scrapbook she had made for Lorenzo.   This had turned into a complete disaster.   She had called Lorenzo at least a dozen times on his cell phone, and used her blocked landline to call him the other times.   When she called cell to cell, she knew he purposely rejected the phone call.   Why wouldn’t he give her a chance to explain?   “Damn you, Larry.”   Pia rocked back and forth on the bed.   She was going to tell Lorenzo during dinner what had transpired while he was away.   Lorenzo would never forgiv

                                                 Lorenzo’s flight was landing in a couple of hours, and she still didn’t have any answers.   Now Pia had to decide what to do.   She didn’t want to lie to Lorenzo, by not tell him what was going on.   Either way she would be putting their relationship to the test. When she spoke to Lisa earlier, she told her she was waiting for to hear from her contact in Vegas.   She was going into court, with a full day of cases and would call her if she heard anything. Pia opened the two doors of her closet, staring into it with her arms folded tightly against her chest.   Lorenzo had texted her earlier asking her to meet him in Queens at Ducato’s Restaurant.   He wanted to celebrate his one hitter and no hitter. Since they started dating, Pia started making a scrapbook of the games he pitched, wins as well as loses.   Wanting the book to be complete, she researched online and at local newspapers, going back a