While the two women were engaged in their greeting ritual, Paolo hung back, leaning on the kitchen door jamb.
Mary spotted him over Livia’s shoulder, saying. “And who’s dis Livia, you little minx! Who’s your toyboy here den!”
Paolo was an instant mix of irritated and embarrassed. His irritation was compounded by Livia’s reply.
“Oh that’s Paolo” she said, without turning to look at him. “He’s no toyboy of mine! Not a chance!”
“Well he looks in reasonable shape if that’s what you loik... and I feckin’ do!” Mary and Livia laughed like drains at Paolo’s expense. He just scowled.