Kudos of Mafia

'III'

Senor after being intoxicated(mildly) was motivated to scratch the letter her wife sent to him. Though Senor received the letter a few weeks ago but he never truly felt to open them as he wanted to erase all the memories of his wife. He wanted to move on with life, leaving all the past. He tried but as an exception whenever he used to get intoxicated those snippets of conversation with her wife would wander in his head. Her glossy smile and poise look used to haunt his loneliness he was dealing with in present. He never accepted that he wanted Agatha back in his life as he believed that Agatha left him though there was nothing less in his love and dedication towards her. Though he wanted to draw a line between his past and present but somewhere deep inside in his heart Agatha was affiliated with his consciousness. 

Was Senor clear what he wanted?
Or
Was there some space for his past?

Senor started having memories of her wife. He was trying his best to jostle his past but this time he was driven by an abrupt emotion. He opened his drawer cautiously and there was a red envelope written Mr. Squeezy ( Agatha used to call Senor by the name 'Mr. Squeezy' ). His hands were shivering to pick up the letter but his heart wanted it bad. He flipped the cover of the envelope and revealed the letter.
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Dear Mr. Squeezy,

Does that sound mean of me? I didn't wanna sound that bit but would rather wanna remind you in case you have forgotten it. I know it has been really long I have had lost contact with you and it totally makes sense after what you did to me and my voyage for a euphoric life with you.
And wait.....Don't get panic. It might be hard for you to gather all your concise. In fact today I am not writing to scribble our deluded past. Is deluded the right word? If I am selfish with my word selection then do forgive me as you have always.

First of all my prior question to you. Are you drunk? Cause I doubt my Mr. Squeezy that he would turn my letter unless he is drunk. And I might as well fail to judge your idiosyncrasies, after all, we have been apart for fifteen long years. I know it has been an abandoned life for both of us after what fell on us.

But look here we are living life exactly what we used to discuss all the time during those cold nights of winter. I know you have got me.
I have this memory of one those nights with you.
It was one of the coldest times in Palermo. And some of the weather forecasts even declared that it was the coldest temperature in the history of Palermo scaling up to -10°C. It was the same month of December when you had proposed to me three years before.

I still have no idea what made me think of having grilled fish that night. I just had this very fanatical urge to have grilled fish. I insisted you to bring me with some hot and crispy grilled fish. I know we could have made it in our house too as we had all the requirements available to us but no, I was a stubborn one and I had to have the street grilled fish.
It was already half-past ten and you made it clear that you were not taking any chance at that moment. But I have always been falling for you for being my Aladdin like in those Arabic tales. So though you said you were not going to accept what I wished but then you could never see me disappointed. And as a result, you were compelled to bow in front of my stubbornness.

I still reckon the numerous facial expressions you have had while leaving the house to buy me street grilled fish.
In a state of a hurry, you wore my pink coat which you bought me for our first Christmas together as partners. Your cute bucket hat and woolen gloves tried to hide you out but not well enough from cold. Moreover, to add a little more enigma to your journey it was snowing heavily. So you had to carry an umbrella too. You wore your bulky boots and were ready to bid goodbye to your beloved stubborn wife.  

 I was being lunatic when I threw a quick rage of a conspicuous smile at you. You gazed me like the antagonist character of some horror movie. But I was still curious to know what would be the consequences of my stupor behavior.
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"Excuse me, sir! ," a bold knocking was heard.
Senor quickly hid the letter under his pillow and answered in a placid voice "Yes Bruno!"
"Sir what would you like to have for tonight's dinner?" asked Bruno.
Senor replied, "Anything light would do work."
"As you wish", replied Bruno, "Is there anything else I can manage for you?"

"Some peace for the moment.", answered Senor in a sanctified voice.
Bruno went from the door and Senor was in a moment of peace as he was able to relive those memories though he strongly insisted to get rid of them.
He felt to read the letter back again. He turned the pillow and picked up the letter and continued reading it.

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When I woke up I found myself crouching on the couch with a thin sheet of a blanket. Then I had a sudden flash of your absence and remembered what happened earlier. I quickly turned and moved my anxious eyes to the hands of the clock. Holy cow! It was already 2 o'clock but you were not home yet. I started having cold pounding of the heart and I was in a state of mental chaos not knowing what to do next.
In the very next moment, I quickly dialed the number of police stations.