Chapter 30

Jimmy chose a row in the middle. David slid in first, with Kate next, followed by Jimmy. Vince sat on the end. Too many people blocked David’s view now, not without making him look obvious, and he settled into the pew with a sigh. Part of him was relieved he wouldn’t have to continue the torture of being in such close proximity to Vince.

Another part wished it didn’t have to end.

Rossellini’s widow sat in the front row, flanked by her own coterie of suits. Every once in a while, the little girl at her side would fidget and start craning her neck to look at the people sitting behind her, until her mother bent over and said something, temporarily quieting the child. David didn’t blame her. The service seemed to go on forever. Every time one person came up to speak about Paul Rossellini, he was sure they would be the last. But then they’d sit down, the priest would say a few words, and lo and behold, someone else would rise to take the podium.