“Contrary to popular belief, I can be a decent person.” “I’ve never doubted that.” “Just don’t get used to it,” he says. “I have a reputation to uphold.” And believe me, he upholds that reputation the entire drive to East Hampton. He swats my hand away from the radio. He puts the child lock on the window. He makes me wait forty-five minutes for a bathroom break. And then locks the door and pretends he doesn’t hear me banging on the window.
