Chapter 8Dennis swallowed his meds and waited in the lobby for over thirty minutes before Luca came back to get him. He spent the whole time trying to think of what he could have done differently. Was there something I could have said to make them like me? Was it the disease, or the fact that I live off his largesse? I hope he doesn’t hate me. I couldn’t live with myself if he hated me.
Luca came over and interrupted his reverie. Until Luca touched his cheek he didn’t realize he was crying. “Come on, let’s go get a drink.”
It can’t be that bad, he’s smiling, Dennis told himself as he tried to discreetly wipe his eyes with his handkerchief. Could he have meant the things he said earlier today?
They walked into the lounge. The lounge was done in grey and burnt orange; they sat in two grey
