“Poor baby. Is she good to you?”
“Of course.”
“I mean is she good to you practically speaking?”
“Shut up.”
“I will. You will see I am a man of extreme delicacy. Does she——?”
“Rinin,” I said. “Please shut up. If you want to be my friend, shut up.”
“I don’t want to be your friend, baby. I am your friend.”
“Then shut up.”
“All right.”
I went over to the bed and sat down beside Rinaldi. He was holding his glass and looking at the floor.