A young man introduced himself as Jacopo, and Stella paused for a moment, realizing this must be the baker’s apprentice leaving the forno to work in Assisi. In the brief time she’d known of his existence, she’d internally written him off as a trifling young man, someone who only cared about the almighty euro.
But Jacopo didn’t look the part of a frivolous money-grubber. Throughout the day, he sheared more sheep than anyone there (save Mimmo), singing old country songs he seemed far too young to know. Jacopo chuckled at Stella’s discomfort with handling the sheep, which seemed too big and too dumb at the same time. He wrestled one into his arms and flipped it onto its rear. It stopped moving all together. Jacopo motioned for Stella to stand behind the sheep, propping it up. Stella, gratefu
