Father Vittorio Mancini was ninety-seven years old. He was frail, withered and his robes hung on him like sackcloth over bare bones. ...
I got an early parole out of the doghouse but it won’t last. It never does. Rule # 2406a from the REMEDIAL PRACTICES–...
Ciccio stood outside the doors of the Basilica of San Marco. He looked right and then left. There was no one. He...
It was early. The sunlight was barely beginning to peek through the Master Bedroom windows. She turned over, leaned up on one...
“Ciccio, but why do you jump out of the dark at me? You nearly frightened me into an attack of...
The Porter boys were gifted and natural athletes. I know; I have already spoken at some length about my lack of athletic...
I never wanted to be a Police Officer. Well, not in the same way, for instance, that I wanted to be a...
“Andrea?” Gianna called, “but where have you been all day? I called the boutique several times and got no answer!”...
I was fiddling around in the garage- better known as ‘The Doghouse- Cell Block C Exercise Yard’- yes, I’m still in the...
“Do you understand what I mean?” Andrea asked, interrupting his reverie. Martin looked at him and nodded that he did. ...
“You are so superstitious of the Police and the Guard of the Finance you will demand a receipt regardless of...
I told you that I never get to use my knives- that’s not entirely true. Our Church is throwing their annual charity...
I was on a ‘Day Pass’ to the living room and had TV privileges. There wasn’t really anything on- some old black...