The changes in how he treated me came very slowly, so I didn’t even notice. It was very Machiavellian (an author Sonny loved). I’m not even sure there was a lot to ask about me, to be honest, because I was becoming more and more a shadow. Only when we worked was I the person in front. I was becoming less and less of an interesting person to Sonny, even though I was interesting and funny to everybody else.
