Chapter 12Giacomo is seated at the carrera countertop bar at the Valdezes’ home, looking sullen and drowning his sorrows in liquor. Priscilla enters, sweaty from her walk home and exhausted from the day’s events. She sidles up next to him.
“Are you okay?”
“Yeah…No…No.”
“What happened?”
“I’m going to resign.”
“Giacomo!”
“I don’t want to hear it.”
“Giacomo, you’re drunk. You don’t mean it.”
“I do. I do mean it.”
“Have I done something to upset you?”
“No, you’re great. I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have—”
“Let’s just table this. I’ve had a horrible day,” he says, lifting his glass to her. “Chin chin.”
A porter comes by. “Can I get you a drink?”
“Whatever he’s having,” she gives in, slapping Giacomo on the shoulder.
“Cheer up, my man,” the porter says and goes back to the bar to make th
