“Are these elastic?” I said.
“Yes—one size fits all.”
“Thanks. By the way, how’s your love life, now that Izzy has moved on?” Ignazio “Izzy” Manos from Milan had been Luciano’s friend and playmate for almost as long as we’d known him.
“I’m in between affairs right now,” he said. “I’m getting too old and too fat to attract good-looking younger men, and I’m not about to pay for full-time companionship, so I’ve been thinking that maybe it’s time to settle down with a nice middle-aged woman.”
“And have an occasional rent boy when you’re out of town?”
“Exactly. Managing the affairs of the Conti Group requires a certain amount of travel, after all.”
“Whatever works for you,” I said.
“I can’t imagine living with the same person as long as you and Dani have been together.”
“Yeah,” I said, “we’ll have a twenty-fifth anniversary in a year or so.”
“And neither of you have ever—”
“Never,” I said.
“That’s amazing… and rare, I think, especially in gay circles.”