“Sharing a Treasure”Vittorio left without saying good-bye to any of us. And I was left to find my own way back to Caprese. I felt terrible about what had happened. She was filled with jealousy about nothing, absolutely nothing.
After I grabbed a couple winks, I gave myself a sponge bath. As I washed my breasts I felt a sense of appreciation for them, unlike I’d ever known before. I dressed for my travels and threw my cape over my shoulders and donned my hat.
I found Michelangelo standing in the kitchen eating a hunk of bread and I approached him with a certain sense of trepidation. I had observed early on that he preferred spending time with his dog more than he did talking with people. I knew I should be giving him back his magical key, but I needed it to survive. It was definitely an e
