“Knowing is not accepting”
“Knowing is not accepting”“I will not be very long, mama,” Mattea called as she opened the door. “I will find us some fresh tuna for our supper.”
Mattea closed the door on the answering call. She would not return soon. It was not to the fish market she went.
She had received the note late yesterday, just as she returned from witnessing the drowning of Jacopo de’ Pazzi’s dead body. It could not have come at a more auspicious moment; nothing else could have lifted her spirits as did the words from her beloved.
The directives were clear, and she could barely contain herself until this moment came.
Mattea hurried eastward and north, beyond the Palazzo della Signoria, beyond the Duomo and Giotto’s campanile standing sentinel over the quiet city. The Eight still m
