“Heaven and Hell, both may bring the pain”
“Heaven and Hell, both may bring the pain”“I must go out again, Mama.” Mattea dropped the veil over her braided auburn hair. Her skin itched; she could not find a place to put herself at ease. Fear niggled at her. Not only for Lapaccia but them all, for what they dared to do. And yet the thought of reproducing such a creation…her body tingled with the expectation of it. She had to walk.
“But you have only just returned.”
“Dio mio.”
Dio mio.”“Language, Mattea, if you please.”
“I left my rosary at church.” Mattea looked away from the sharp black eyes piercing her. “I could not forgive myself if they were lost.”
She put a hand to the door once more.
“You will not find a husband walking the streets alone and in such desolate days,” Concetta Zam
