"What's your name?" She uses an arrogant tone of voice.
"Liz… Liz M…"
"That name isn't on the list." She doesn’t let me finish speaking.
"Could you call him and tell him his WIFE is here?" I emphasize the word wife. She stares at me for a few seconds and picks up the phone.
"Signore, sua moglie è qui!" (Sir, your wife is here!) She says. Now, I understand some things in Italian because of the movies and living with Henry and Rodolfo, but soon I’ll start Italian and shooting lessons—Henry doesn’t know yet. "È chiaro." (It's clear.) She says and hangs up the phone, then stares at me. "This way, Mrs. McKnight!" She points toward the elevator right behind her desk.
"Thank you." I smile at her, and I notice she looks embarrassed as I enter the elevator. She just nods.
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