For all the attention Pietro paid to his ritual, it was easier to talk with him over coffee than lunch, as he’d developed a habit of arranging our trays into colorful tableaus he likened to the work of pop artist David Hockney. Although amusing at first, his “Hockney collages,” as he called them, were mostly an opportunity for him to entertain himself while I grew hungrier and hungrier, remembering how sophisticated his love for art history had once seemed.
