AFTER DINNER AND ONCE the kids have been put to bed, Priscilla sits in the living room with Victor and chitchats while Nigel fusses with tea in the kitchen. It’s such an absurd thing to Victor and irrelevant to the worlds both of them have come from. Beyond their shared personal history, his bond with Nigel has absolutely been predicated on the fact that they are both men of color from working-class families that never understood their passions or had much kindness for their empires of lies. Nigel is in advertising, which is exactly like making TV shows but with much shorter episodes.
Victor smiles and hopes he doesn’t look uncomfortable. He’s known Priscilla for years; he likes her. She is as aware of his various personal and professional aggravations as anyone, but all of that is, and h
