[ CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE ] - ( THE PRIEST OF SANTA MARIA ) - { PT. 1 }

[ CHAPTER  THIRTY  FIVE ]  

{ PT.  1 } - Rome greeted them with the gentle smile of the afternoon sun. Christiano parked the car, and they walked along a street alive with the sounds of life, in the antiquated city which never seems to tire. Cars hooted, moped's rumbled by, the people laughed and called out--natives and tourists alike, each day wandering through a metropolis of ancient structures ingeniously built to withstand the millennia. Christiano took hold of Angelica's hand and they entered Piazza Santa Maria in Trastevere. The crowded piazza was brimming with people dining alfresco round the surrounding restaurants, and tourists sitting on the stone steps of Roman's oldest fountain, nibbling on snacks, taking photos and basking in the sunshine. They stopped and looked round the piazza with a combination of intrigue, fear and anticipation. Angelica looked at Christiano, whose eyes were narrowed and scrutinising. You seem as nervous as I am. It could still be a trap. Just because they knew of your mole, it doesn't mean they're on our side. He continued to survey the area. Maybe this is bad idea. We should have found a hotel first. I should have come alone. We're in this together, remember. Do not exclude me from something that God himself has involved. He sighed. You're right. I'm treating you like a child. Just don't let go of my hand no matter what. Angelica smiled. You mean like a child should not let go of her father's hand? He rubbed his eye and chuckled.                    _______________________________________________________   

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