"Sure. Why do you ask?"
"Where did you get that information?"
"Which information?"
"The information that one ceremony didn't count without the other?"
"I said one wouldn't be legal, without the other. I didn't say it wouldn't count."
"Where did you get that information?"
"From Mary Ann."
"Is Mary Ann an authority on Italian marital law?"
"All women are a
uthorities on marital law, in any country."
"Do you know where Mary Ann got that information?"
"No, why?"
"Because I want to strangle the person who gave it to her."
"My guess is, that would be Dolce. Good luck on strangling her without getting offed, yourself. What the fuck is this about, Stone?"
"I called Bellini to ask him about this. I just got a letter from him, along with a copy of my marriage certificate."
"You mean the ceremony is valid, legally?"
"Yes."
Dino began giggling. "Oh, Jesus!" he managed to get out.
"This isn't funny, Dino. I just had lunch with Dolce, where I made it as clear as possible that I was not married to her and didn't intend to be."
"Let me guess: She didn't buy that."
"You could put it that way. She as much as said she'd kill me or, maybe, Arrington if I continue to deny the marriage."
"Well, if I were you, I'd take the threat seriously."
"I am taking it seriously."
"What's your next move? I'm dying to hear."
"I haven't the faintest idea."
"Want a suggestion?"
"If it's a serious one."
"First, I'd see a divorce lawyer; then I'd watch my ass. Arrington's, too, which isn't too much of a chore, if I correctly recall her ass."
"Do you have any idea what it takes to get a divorce in Italy?"
"Nope; that's why I suggested a divorce lawyer. Listen, pal, be thankful you didn't get married in the Italian church. Then you'd really be in deep shit."