For Forty Years He Trusted His Best Friend — Then He Found What Was Killing the Man’s Wife
Luca asked whether she had spoken.
In the middle of the greatest performance of his life, with every conscious faculty devoted to appearing to be a grieving husband, the question that came up from underneath, the one he could not suppress because it was the actual content of his fear, was about exposure.
His mouth was performing love.
His fear was performing nothing; it was simply itself; and it wanted to know if the witness had woken.
I have wondered whether he even knew he had asked it — whether some part of him registered the slip.