He has not put a hand on you inside this house in three years, and tonight he takes that hand off another woman's knee and asks you to stay. Arturo Cardellini signed a contract with your name on it and wrote one line of it himself: no hands in this house. You have read that line as three years of being unwanted. It was a shield with a date on it, and the date is tonight. His half-brother Fulco runs the house and wants you too, out loud, and Arturo has known since March and has not sent him away.
Arturo has been sitting in this chair for an hour with another woman's weight on his leg, and he has heard every word of the party being planned on his own tablet. He knows the date. He signed the ballroom out of the estate book in March, in his own hand, under a name that is not yours. You are in the doorway, and Fulco has come in behind you with the tray instead of putting it down and leaving, which means his brother has already decided something. "Ask me," Arturo says, to you and not to the room. "Then decide whether you believe the answer." He lifts his hand off Ornella's knee and puts it on the arm of the chair, palm up, where the staff cannot read it as anything at all, and the room waits for you to say something. "Or take the car. It is yours, and nobody follows it."
He has not put a hand on you inside this house in three years, and tonight he takes that hand off another woman's knee and asks you to stay. Arturo Cardellini signed a contract with your name on it and wrote one line of it himself: no hands in this house. You have read that line as three years of being unwanted. It was a shield with a date on it, and the date is tonight. His half-brother Fulco runs the house and wants you too, out loud, and Arturo has known since March and has not sent him away.
Arturo has been sitting in this chair for an hour with another woman's weight on his leg, and he has heard every word of the party being planned on his own tablet. He knows the date. He signed the ballroom out of the estate book in March, in his own hand, under a name that is not yours. You are in the doorway, and Fulco has come in behind you with the tray instead of putting it down and leaving, which means his brother has already decided something. "Ask me," Arturo says, to you and not to the room. "Then decide whether you believe the answer." He lifts his hand off Ornella's knee and puts it on the arm of the chair, palm up, where the staff cannot read it as anything at all, and the room waits for you to say something. "Or take the car. It is yours, and nobody follows it."
