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MONGIBELLO
35
Behind the shop there was a little workshop. There
her husband had stood and carved images of the
saints, and rosary beads; for he had been an artist,
Signor Antonelli. And next to the workshop were
a couple of small rat-holes; it was impossible to
turn in them; one had to squat down, as in the cells
of the old kings. And up one flight were a couple
of small hen-coops. In one of them she had laid a
little straw and put up a few hooks. That would be
for Gaetano, if he would come to her.
Gaetano thought that he would like to pat her
cheek. She would be sorry when he could not go
with her. Perhaps he could permit himself to pat
her. He looked under his hair at Father Josef.
Father Josef sat and looked on the floor and sighed,
as he was in the habit of doing. He did not think
of Gaetano, and she, she noticed nothing at all.
She said that she had a maid, whose name was
Pacifica, and a man, whose name was Luca. She
did not get much help, however, for Pacifica was
old; and, since she had grown deaf, she had
become so irritable that she could not let her help
in the shop. And Luca, who really was to have
been a wood-carver, and carve saints that she could
sell, never gave himself time to stand still in the
workshop; he was always out in the garden, looking
after the flowers. Yes, they had a little garden
among the stones on Monte Chiaro. But he need
not think it was worth anything. She had nothing
like the one in the cloister, that Gaetano would
understand. But she wanted so much to have him,
because he was one of the old Alagonas. And there
at home she and Luca and Pacifica had said to one
another: “Do we ask whether we will have a little
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