Nancy heaves a heayy sigh. Tonight wasn't the night for that specific conversation about Cesare. "I'm going t'call him in the morning," she said, because it made sense to give him her condolences. "Or is that a stupid move? Rude? He'll think I'm rude. Fuck." Why did being friends with Cesare have to be so complicated?

She pouts at him. "I hate that you have to do that." It was idealistic to think it- generally when you hosted parties you had to be on guard and in control. "But I'm with you."