His frock sweeps dramatically and his eyes are the size of eggs. ‘Signor! Please, what are you doing? Show some respect.’ Di Stefano gives good rage. As an octogenarian, he has much to be furious about in life, ranging from the world’s decaying moral core to having to push when he urinates. Throw in a Vatican-load of righteous zeal and you have a man capable of apoplexy. Beard and Beardless grimace, fists clenched by their sides. Maddelena’s gaze scorches the side of my face. The church falls grimly silent. Grinning broadly, I applaud the assembled players, hands above my head, each clap resounding in the rafters. ‘Chill out,’ I tell them. ‘I’m just enjoying the show. Highly entertaining.’ Tony helpfully translates. Maria’s reaction is the most curious. Instead of raving about the crucified Nazarene, she looks straight at me. A glint of sun makes those yellow eyes burn as she cocks her head to one side, quizzical. And she smiles at me. Everyone else is scowling, but Maria smiles.
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