Made men know love doesn’t exist. Uncles and cousins grip their wives’ and girlfriends’ wrists instead of holding their hands. They offer clipped comfort in the hope they’ll shut up, all while checking their watches, calculating when they’ll be able to slip away to their whores, loosen their ties, and forget about their duties to the Cosa Nostra. Visconti men in particular don’t fall in love. Because falling suggests it was accidental, and everything this family does is cold and calculated.
