The Witch And The Resistance by Daniel Sugar

Author:Daniel Sugar [Sugar, Daniel]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2020-11-12T22:00:00+00:00

41.

At four o’clock in the morning, Bryony looked at Luca.

He was sleeping, soundly.

He’d been so kind and patient. Thanks to Luca, she was once again in perfect health.

But he could identify her.

Bryony took a Browning Hi-Power pistol from her jacket pocket, and shot Luca in the head.

She then picked up her rucksack, and scurried down the Janiculum Hill.

42.

Two hours later, as the sun rose, Bryony made her way to Rome’s oldest outdoor market, Campo de’ Fiori.

She was ravenous. She’d been living on berries. She wanted bread, and olives, and meat, and cheese, and wine.

Bryony looked at all the market stalls. Everything looked so delicious, she didn’t know where to begin.

She moved from stall to stall quickly, and tried not to make eye contact with the market’s vendors.

Twenty minutes later, Bryony completed her shopping. (She had everything she wanted, but the portions were tiny - rationing rules were strict.)

As she was about to leave Campo de’ Fiori, Bryony noticed an old woman in a wheelchair slowly making her way into the market square.

Suddenly, Bryony had an idea.

She approached the old woman. The tiny, gray-haired woman was dressed entirely in black, and her face was covered by a transparent black veil. Bryony knew that the woman was a widow.

“Excuse, me, I’m so sorry to bother you, but I desperately need a house-cleaning job. Would you give me a chance? I’m a fantastic housekeeper. Your house will sparkle! And I’ll do the laundry and the cooking – I’m actually a wonderful cook – I was trained by a chef.”

The old woman lifted her veil and gazed at the strange creature standing in front of her. The young woman was thin (too thin) with messy blonde hair, and mismatched eyes. Her face was streaked with dirt. Her clothes were covered in grass stains. She was wearing a rucksack. Had she been living outdoors?

The young woman looked like such a waif; she couldn’t send her away. “Lately I’ve been thinking that a little help would be nice.”

Bryony said, “Thank you! You won’t be sorry.”

“I’m sure I’ll be very pleased with your work. Would you like to start today?”

“Oh, yes, please…I’m sorry, what do I call you?”

“Mrs. Roselli. Everyone calls me Mrs. Roselli.”

“Thank you, Mrs. Roselli. And I’m sorry for your loss.”

Mrs. Roselli lowered her black veil. “My husband was a good man. But the Nazis…” Her voice trailed off.

Bryony nodded, sympathetically. “We live in such cruel times.”

***

Thirty minutes later, when Mrs. Roselli had finished her shopping, Bryony and her new employer left Campo de’ Fiori.

As they left the busy market, no one took notice.

Except one man.

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