“This is what I like very much about Dante,” Mama continued. “He is like his brother, Cosima’s husband, yes? They are who they are. No lies, no masks. Dante Salvatore is exactly who he made himself to be.” I am the most honest man you’ll ever meet. Dante’s words unwound from my memory and laid out before me beside Mama’s, and I had to admit they both had a point. There was no pretense. Even when Yara and I had encouraged him to act the gentleman, to dress like the saint he would never be, Dante remained true to himself.
