Frisano blanched. “Unfair. You’re complicating our mission. You don’t understand.”
Yeah, that was the first truth between them. “Then explain.”
“Do you really want to talk about this now? Or do you want to focus on Wu-Tin?”
Damn, this was hard. This going back and forth, in dialogue and in thought, in conflict. Salvatore Frisano had a double motive here, and Jimmy was confused as to why. Didn’t he reject the notion that his son was gay? This attempt to force these two men back together wasn’t working very well. Jimmy felt himself closed off, felt Frisano was, too. Like a dance, neither one of them hearing the music.
“I’ll return to Wu-Tin in a moment,” Jimmy said.
“But for now?”
It was strange how one word could open the floodgates.
“Why?”
* * * *
“I guess we’re getting into this,
