The worst drivers were on scooters, passing cars through the most narrow of spaces and brushing pedestrians back against the walls of connected buildings. One particularly reckless Vespa driver nearly knocked Leonard to the ground with the tip of his handlebar.
“Hey, what do you think you’re doing,” Leonard boomed. “You just about broke my goddamned arm.”
People nearby stopped dead in their tracks when they heard the priest cursing so loudly. They couldn’t understand what the priest was saying but they knew he was saying it with too much venom to be a man of the cloth. Honey hustled him into a high-priced gift shop to avoid further scrutiny.
“What do you think you’re doing?” she scolded. “Did he really hurt your arm?”
“Yes, he banged me good. I’ll be fine. He just scared me. I know pri
