“The final layer of varnish glitters with brilliance;
“The final layer of varnish glitters with brilliance;The brush looks to the next blank canvas”
The brush looks to the next blank canvas”“Forgive me, forgive me!” Fiammetta barged into the studio, the last one to arrive. Her cheeks flushed, her smile bright. “I am so sorry to be late for this gathering, of all our gatherings.”
It was, perhaps, the most poignant meeting of the group since its inception. For the first time in too much of it, every member was present.
“Patrizio took me on a small trip, only to Ferrara for the day, to hear a new friar speak,” she babbled even as she held tightly to Lapaccia. “He was quite stirring, like no preacher I have ever heard. Savonarola is his name, a very intense young man.”
“Have no fear, amic
