Gloomy yellow lights lit a small chapel that was once a place for holding feast day masses. But that day, it was a picture of a dingy altar, just like a photograph captured before the First World War.
For several nights, it had been a place for villagers’ gossip rather than a place of worship because Felix’s remains were also there a few nights ago. But that night, just two days after Felix was buried, three caskets were laid there again.
Some mourners extended their genuine sympathy to the grieving family of Renato and Roberto, but others were just there for the free food and drinks. Not most people really cared about what was going on, because, for them, every funeral and burial saved them several meals for a few days.
The brothers lost their precious daughters in just a blink, just
