Prior to reentering my apartment, I retrieve the note and carry it with me back into the bedroom and onto the bed with Andrea. Leaning my back against the headboard, I unfold the almost ancient, dry, papyrus-like paper to discover a new note and a new sketch. A sketch and a note that looks as if it were created by Leonardo da Vinci himself … if he wrote in English. Like the first note I received, the writing is backward. Something I immediately relay to Andrea since, judging from her scrunched eyebrows, she’s entirely confused over how to read the note.
“It’s not in Italian either,” she adds.
“Whoever is placing these notes under my door knows better,” I say.
We both look at the sketch. It’s of Jesus. The same Jesus who appears in the master’s painting, The Last Supp
