Lavínia
He drove calmly, and I watched the scenery through the window. The night was now pleasant, with the fresh breeze gently entering the car. The day had been long, but not tiring. On the contrary, it had been light, full of moments that made me feel part of something bigger.
— Do you live at the church? — I asked, breaking the silence.
He nodded.
— I do. But I also have a house, and we'll live there when we get married, because it's bigger.
I turned my face to him, surprised.
— You have a house?
— I bought it a year ago, with my own savings.
— With a priest's salary?
He gave a slight smile, as if he expected that question.
— No. I proofread texts for a Latin professor and do copyediting for some school publishers. That earns me a decent income.
I thought priests had good sa
