“He wasn’t always like that. I mean, I’d never heard him speak the way he spoke to us last Friday. But I wasn’t surprised, all the same.”
“You weren’t.”
“Luca grew up in the Bronx, in the nineties. It wasn’t such a nice place to be back then. And deep down, I think he’s still there, in some ways.”
“Do you think he’s really going to sue?”
“I wouldn’t put it past him. But then, I wouldn’t put it past anyone.”
“Why?”
“You can always rely on people to let you down,” I said, slowly emptying my glass and setting it down on the pristine, white tablecloth. “First they say one thing, then they do another.”
“But people can change, right? They can get better. They can surprise you—even if they’ve done something to hurt you.”
“Not in my experience.”
Lola looked a little downcast about that, s
