“No Marcia, I really can’t!” Paolo had to stop this.
“Why, Paolo, why?”
“I’ve got a meeting I’ve got to go to.” Wouldn’t the woman give him a break?
“Ah, Livia... it’s always about Livia. Got enough left in your tanks to satisfy her Paolo?”
“It’s not like that. We have to see someone about Terry’s funeral.” And that was as much as Paolo was going to say.
“Livy’s little helper eh? Watch out she doesn’t pay you in poisoned lollies little man!”
Marcia was pissed off, belittling Paolo, but decided to leave it there. For now.