“So now you’ve got yourself a hot nanny, huh? f*****g hell, some guys have all the luck.”
I ignore him, as per usual. “She carries around this little plush toy,” I muse, half to him and half tomyself. “It’s a platypus.”
“What exactly is a platypus? Is that French?”
“Cazze Madre de Dio, you ignorant i***t!” I groan. “Crack open a f*****g book, or at the very leastturn on the TV from time to time.”
“Googling now,” Adriano replies as he taps away at his laptop. “I’ll be damned. She likes these uglylittle shits?”
“She’s smart,” I tell him. “Bright. Curious. Talkative. But all of that shuts right down whenever I enterthe room.”
Adriano falls silent for a moment, reading the sudden change in my mood.
“She needs time to get used to you, Lucio,” he says gently.
I shake my head. “She remind
