Chapter 779

• In the large, sprawling house where we had been put up, I spent my time all that day, staring out, wondering when my sons and my son-in-law and daughter-in-law, would arrive, bringing my husband’s body.
• Melissa and Camille hung around me, speaking nonsense, trying to make me eat the delicacies that were brought in from time to time; Schwartz sat beside me, holding my hand, his face expressing his grief so acutely, I leant my head on his shoulder, drawing comfort from the man who was my best friend. Because I knew he was as deeply distressed by the loss as I was.
• Both of us had loved Lucien Delano; both of us had suffered for him, along with him and would have cheerfully given our lives for him, my Mafia Don.