Identification

Over lunch, Paolo probed Tony gently about Livia.

“How was Livia? Hope she’s OK. What a lousy homecoming!”

“You suggesting I’m lousy?” asked Tony, but it was clear that he was just joshing.

“You know what I mean. Terrible strain on her.”

“She’s got to go identify the body tomorrow. I just hope they cover his hands!” volunteered Tony.

“I’m sure they’ll do what’s right, unless she asks to see them.” Paolo was in reassurance mode. “Have you not seen Terry yourself?”

“Absolutely not! Like you, Paolo, I’ve got no taste for the macabre.”

’Like fuck you haven’t!’ thought Paolo.