Chapter Sixty-Seven
Thirty days have gone by and I am still being treated as if I am fragile, mentally and physically. Well, at least physically they are not so wrong.
When I enter the kitchen now, again the conversation stops abruptly and my men exchange that secret look that annoys me to hell. This secrecy annoys the living hell out of me, especially Enzo’s, because he is already too closeted in himself. Three days ago, I saw Angelo talking with Father Adamo, the priest who saved me. But as soon as I approached them, they changed subjects.
When I later asked Angelo what it was all about, he said they are now regular contributors to the parish and that Father Adamo had just come to pick up the monthly tithe. But it was a very large amount since Angelo gave him a large bag. Though if I
