While Livia and Mary were finishing lunch, Tony was brooding. Livia had been right; Tony was behaving quite oddly. He’d lost his twin... and his edge. Good!... all part of the plan to make him suffer that the two wives and Sofia had agreed. He was suffering.
Not a particularly social animal, Tony occasionally met people for lunch, if only to oil the wheels. But now he kept himself locked in his office. He felt guilty about his twin Terry’s death. What more could he have done?
Was Terry actually dead? Tony felt he might not be! He wasn’t sure.