How pleased Viviana was that they were, if only for the confounded look upon the genius’s face; it was worth all the splinters and scrapes—every one—on her hands and arms.
“Sì, they are, and making good progress of it, too,” Leonardo said, standing a bit taller, ignoring Fiammetta’s groan.
Sì“And they will be strong enough to hold you?” This from Botticelli.
“Oh, indeed they will,” Fiammetta answered with all the frustrated determination she now carried.
“True, quite true,” Leonardo agreed, ignoring the raised brows and pursed lips of the men’s expressions.
“Well, making a scaffold is one thing,” Verrocchio huffed as if insulted. “Painting a fresco is quite another.”
“Also true,” Leonardo agreed. “Would you have a care to see examples of their work?”
“Most assuredly,” Botticelli rep
