“Don’t hide inside your head, Bambina. I know your impulse is to block it out and push it away with all the other things that hurt you … But please, not this. We have to deal with this properly, Neonata, so it never comes back to hurt us again.” He turns in his seat, pulling my stool between his open knees so I’m nestled close to him. Letting him wrap himself around me all night has permitted him to proceed with his touchy old Carrero self. I know I should be setting limits, making ...