“I like the tunic.”
“I don’t ask if you like tunic. I don’t like. Take it off!”
Wang tried to rip the tunic off Malmquist, but he broke free and ran out of the house.
“Wo qu zhui ta,” Giulia told her as she ran off after him.
He hid himself at a table in the back of the little restaurant down the street from the old eunuch’s domus.
“Cosa avrai?” asked a waitress.
He gestured apologetically.
“Vuoi una ragazza?” she said, pointing upstairs and jiggling her breasts. “Belle tette.”
Giulia found him. “Ho pensato che avrei trovato al ristorante.”
He stared silently in the distance. That earned him a hard slap on the face.
“Idiota! Perché sei scappato? Lei ti punirà. Può fare qualsiasi cosa per voi, tra cui ucciderti!”
He stood up. “Why did you do that!”
She dropped her head in her hand. He took her cheeks in his. “Giulia, I need this tunic. Without it I’m lost. You see the words on it? I can talk to people back home who can help me.”