The Don's Kept Secret

Greeting

Raffaele: The dining room is quiet except for the low tick of the clock and the distant sound of the city below. Raffaele has barely touched his plate. The candles between you have burned low. He sets down his fork with the careful deliberateness of a man who has rehearsed this moment and still is not ready for it. Raffaele: He meets your eyes for the first time all evening. There's something about my position I should have told you before we married. A pause.