“You don’t have to leave the room, b***h. Just turn around, that will do fine.”
Bill smiled at Philip as he prepared to go out for the evening by washing his hands again, but this time at the kitchen sink because Lou had brushed by him to get to the bathroom first. When Lou came out, sniffling, David told him to help clean off the desk.
“Hateful sow daughter of Satan, do it yourself. I need to spend time here alone with Lady Bill! It’s been so long since we’ve seen you. Where is it you live again?”
“Escondido.”
“Es-con-tee-tah. My sister—the real one, the b***h—lives in L.A. and she begs me to visit. Doesn’t she, David, doesn’t she?”
David, who had turned the television back on to catch the end of the news, ignored Lou and sang “Nessun Dorma” to himself. “Tu pure, o, Principessa, nell
