Chapter 10
Erica finally came back to her senses when she heard the sound of church bells. A different song, distant and far away. Notes were lost on the breeze and then brushed back in different places.
“That would be Sant’Antonio. Don’t get to hear those bells often as the church lies in the next town beyond Monterosso.” Bridget sat beside her on the tiny balcony of her top floor room.
A table roughly the size of a postage stamp bore a small pot of tea alongside cheese and crackers.
“I can get you some grappa or even whisky if you’d like, but I don’t recommend it. It doesn’t do piss all for a broken heart and hurts just wicked on the morrow.”
Erica shook her head. “Tea’s fine.”
Bridget sat quietly beside her. Every ten minutes or so another set of church bells would offer up its ow
