"Giovanni."
"His name is Giovanni. My mom's ex-lover's name is Giovanni," I kept repeating the name as Julian drove us home.
"What do you plan to do with the name?" he asked, looking at me.
"I'll confront my mom. I'll ask her for her ex-lover's name, and if she tells me a different name, then I'll know she's been lying to me."
"But the man's name is Giovanni, though."
"What's the man's name?" I turned to look at him.
"You didn't catch that?"
"Catch what?"
"'Tell her you met Giovanni.' You didn't hear that part?"
I turned my full body toward him. "'Tell her you met Giovanni.' I think I remember hearing that from him. And? What does it mean?" I blinked, slightly confused.
"It means that the man you spoke with is Giovanni. He is your mom's ex-lover," he clarified.
"What? That man?"
"You missed that part; you were deep in thought and didn't understand his words. I knew it! I thought you were going to ask him questions, but you quietly exited his car."