I dont know! Its only that I- he was good to me, Rodolpho. You dont know him.

He was always the sweetest guy to me. He razzes me all the time but he dont mean it. I would- just eel ashamed i I made him sad. !ell him youd li"e in Italy- just tell him, and maybe he would start to trust you a little, see# $ont laugh at me! I"e been here all my li e... %"ery day I saw him when he le t in the morning and when he &ame home at night. You think its so easy to turn around and say to a man hes nothin to you no more# You dont know' nobody knows! Im not a baby, I know a lot more than people think I know. I I was a wi e Id make him happy instead o goin at him all the time. I &an tell a blo&k away when hes blue in his mind and just wants to talk to somebody (uiet and ni&e... I &an tell when hes hungry or wants a beer be ore he e"en says anything. I know when his eet hurt him, I mean I know him and now Im supposed to turn around and make a stranger out o him# I dont know why I ha"e to do that.