“Let me ask you this. You told the family recently you knew three things about Ercole. What was the first?”
“He hates liars.”
“Do you think he lied to me? His son? The child of a woman he once loved so much he begged his best friend to do right by her on his behalf?”
“Regardless, what the hell do you expect me to do with this information now? I hated him. I mean, I really hated him, Furio. Do you know what it does to a woman’s psyche to be mentally and emotionally berated and abused day in and day out and still be expected to come on command for him?”
“You talk about the s*x with him a lot.”
“Because it’s all he did!” she fought to keep from screaming in the car. “I don’t think any of you get it. He knew,” her voice broke.
“He knew what?”
“He knew how to make me orgasm and he knew
