Cara
Helen comes down from the house. I introduce her to Phel, pour her some champagne, and listen to her stories about Eros and the other mafia guys. Most of them are funny, if a little violent, and Phel gets along with her perfectly.
"You know, Cara, I noticed something recently." Helen gives me a sidelong grin. "You and Eros haven't been talking much."
I look down at my hands. "I don't know what you mean."
"Come on, there's trouble. Is it stress from—" She stops herself, glancing at Phel. "You know, what happened?"
"That's not ominous," Phel says. "I know about the diner."
"It's that and it's a lot more." I stretch my legs, sighing. "Things are complicated between us. You know, my ex-husband, the whole Italian thing, the divorce, the paperwork—"
"Paperwork?" Helen raises her eyeb
