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Katerina’s Point Of View
I was pleased that Amy kept an open mind when we met Antonella. What initially seemed cut and dried to her in applying the law hadn’t prevented my new daughter from quickly understanding that a gray area exists in morality and justice as much as in life.
I watched the new naughty boy in my life slink around my domain, exploring, dominating, and marking out his territory.
“You fascinate me, loyal and beautiful boy.”
From my chair behind a desk in our bedroom, I smiled at Michelangelo, then glanced at my lover, who lay on our bed reading a sailing boat magazine. Peter pointed to himself, miming the word me.
“Of course you, Peter. Michelangelo is far from loyal… in fact, I believe him to be a total boy-cat whore. Look how he preens himself ready for a night on the town.”
“I am far more reliable than a beautiful Italian cat, Katerina.”
“Indeed, but then Michelangelo is excused his disloyalty because he doesn’t know how dangerous I can be when betrayed.”