The late fall sun beamed down, basking the courtyard of Pêro and Paulinha’s home in a warm amber. Seated upon a mat and cushions, Pêro rested against the stucco wall in the shade and exhaled long, trying to set aside the stresses of the Fabrica for a few hours. He picked up the Gazeta de Lisboa and read.
Gazeta de Lisboa .Nearby, Paulinha sketched in her little drawing book the fruits of the yard that the girls artfully arranged before her: pomegranates, figs, and tangerines.
“Place a couple of leaves here, beneath the pomegranate,” Isabela said to Constanza.
“It says here that Prime Minister Melo is in support of abolishing s*****y. I agree with him on this point. But I’m not sure if I concur with his attitude towards the Church. From what I gather, it seems he’s in favor of secularizi
