C87 Courage to pursue a wife

Carmine rested for a while before he got up and trailed downstairs to eat.

He had barely taken a seat when his mother looked up from her plate to say, “Are you intending to disappear into a bottle? Every time I come here, you are even more drunk. You don’t look like a man who is married.”

Carmine, who had just taken a seat, felt as though his mother had ripped open another wound