“Each sunrise gives birth
“Each sunrise gives birthto new possibilities.”
to new possibilities.”There were more of them, and they were angrier.
The crowd of men that gathered every day before the steps of Santo Spirito had grown in number. As Viviana slithered passed them and the front entrance, her heart became heavy at the sight of women. Only a few, yes, but their small numbers did not squelch her disappointment. Minds were difficult to change; narrow minds most of all for their entry ways were far too small for new ideas to penetrate.
“Have no care for them, Carina.” Viviana led her along the narrow Via de Coverelli and the even smaller path that wound around behind the basilica. She had told Carina about them, what had happened to Isabetta, for she wanted this young woman—this hop
