She nods and returns to her several-thousand-mile stare.
"I understand that you're busy, but I appreciate it," his grandfather says warmly. And then the subject shifts, and soon the call home is done.
When the phone is hung up, Giovanna sighs. "I wonder when the least distateful time would be to try to take Angelo to that ...Place of his." She respected Julian; she liked Julian, but Giovanna was a folk and classical music kind of girl, mostly. No establishment whose possibilities included cage dancing was ever going to be entirely tasteful to her.
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