She didn’t quite know what to say to Nuncio’s quiet words and so she nodded and looked out the window. Suddenly she spoke, “when I first returned from Milan, the reporters were camped out at the apartment and the hospital but there couldn’t have been more than five or ten of them. There had to be fifty of them out there this morning. I don’t understand people’s fascination.”
“It would help if Dulce would shut her mouth and stop talking to the press,” Nuncio made a face. “The woman is a menace.”
“Menace isn’t the word I’d use,” she mimicked the face he pulled, and they shared a bitter laugh.
Several minutes later they pulled back up to the hotel and Alessandro, Carlos, and the other man she didn’t recognize got back into the car and again someone got into the passenger seat. He had four
