Without wasting a breath, must have closed her snuff-coloured eyes.
Don Pietro Galanti probably said to the red-faced doctor: It’s a pleasure when they die that way, just little by little.
At least there is time for the sacraments; neither too soon nor too late. And get to heaven before other sins can get onto their soul. .”
“I heard she was dead, years later, when they thought I was cured.”
“The nuns brought me your mother in the Campana Institute uniform. I knew like a shot, and made a sign that they shouldn’t say anything; for the pity I felt seeing the child in those ridiculous clothes.”