"Alright, Claudia. Start from the beginning...but go slowly. I"m still a little wobbly from the anesthesia."
"Jesus Effing Christ, Dominic. How many times do I have to retell the same story?"
"Until I"m able to take it all in and process it. Digest and understand it, ya know? Now, don"t leave anything out—not one piece of information."
Claudia is seated at my bedside at the emergency medical care facility in Greenwich Village, sipping hot tea from a blue, white and gold Greek cardboard coffee cup that reads WE ARE HAPPY TO SERVE YOU. She"s all energy this afternoon, wearing too much make-up, smoking ultra-thin cigarettes and wildly punctuating the lavender smoke with her exaggerated gesticulation, and almost spilling out of the blue hospital attendant chair—not to mention the plunging n
