Livia was pissed off with Paolo too. He was 15 minutes late getting to her house, leaving no time to brief him about Mary Flaherty. She actually wasted valuable time giving him a verbal bollocking at the expense of relaying even a little information about Mary. All she managed before the bell chimed to announce Mary’s arrival was to tell Paolo that her guest was very Irish, very Catholic, very direct, very funny but probably also very ruthless.
“Well look at you, Livia Monelli! Aren’t you a picture to be sure!”
The two women embraced like old and dear friends.