Mirabel looked around. “Centuries of worshippers have passed through here. It’s remarkable.”
In a low voice hope said, “It is glorifying to be in the presence of such power.”
“Power for good,” amended Mirabel as she stared at the cross on the altar.
“In a church what else could there be?”
“I don’t attend Mass as regularly as I should.”
“We will go together Sunday.”
“That’s not possible, because I’m leaving on Saturday.”
He looked stunned by this. “And going where?”
“Back home, to the States.”
“Can you not change your plans?”
“Why?”
“Because I am asking you to. I want to spend more time with you here.”
“But my villa lease will be up.”
“I will take care of that. I will either extend it or you can stay at my villa.”
“Mr. Green , I don’t think—”
He gripped her arm. “I will take
