Early
in the morning, Cardinal Fratelli woke up. Still yawning, he rose, washed,
opened the shutters to let sunlight in and dressed. Immediately, he noticed a
hole in one of his red, silken socks.
“Oh
no…” he muttered, casting the “ruined” sock aside.
Standing,
Fratelli hopped to his dresser drawer where he searched for another sock. There
were no other socks there. Moreso, Dina just took all his dirty socks to
be washed. Fratelli grumbled, retrieved the discarded sock then put it on. He
hoped the little hole wouldn’t get bigger.
When
Father Rodrigo knocked on the door, Fratelli came and followed him into the
chapel for morning-prayer. Despite the early hour, they found it easy to
concentrate and chant their praises:
“Come let us sing to the Lord…and shout with
joy to the Rock, who saves us…”
After
the prayers were finished, Fratelli emerged first from the chapel. Already, the
smell of breakfast cooking wafted into his nostrils. Now, the cardinal usually
celebrated Mass at the cathedral most mornings but it was Wednesday and he
would not go to the cathedral, yet would have his own, private Mass later. As
the others walked off to the cathedral, Fratelli heard bells chime. Happily, he
smiled because this meant he would be first to arrive to breakfast, the smell
of which was by now, driving him nearly mad!
Perhaps
too readily, Cardinal Fratelli strode into the dining-room and sat down. Seeing
Dina just setting down a stick of butter, he asked:
“Is
it ready yet?”
“No,
not yet, Your Eminence,” Dina replied.
“Oh,
please make it soon,” Fratelli moaned, “ I am simply famished!”
The
housemaid only laughed at him.
When
Dina brought back a plate of grape jelly, the cardinal absentmindedly dipped a
finger in it to have a small taste. But, she had seen him!
“Your
Eminence!”
“Oh,
I’m sorry,” he said.
She
shook her head then walked off. The rest of breakfast needed preparing and she
couldn’t bother herself with the impulsive cardinal.
Fratelli
sat there, restless and hungry for an hour. When the others returned from Mass,
Dina finally laid out their meal: Eggs, spinach, hard toast and ham. With an
austere gesture, Fratelli blessed the food then eagerly helped himself. When
Dina poured his tea, he thanked her.
“Why
don’t you join us?” he added.
“No,
Your Eminence, I’ve still much to do,” Dina said.
Fratelli
frowned, feeling bad for her. Yet, Dina liked to work. He understood it was a
simple thing that brought her happiness.
Finishing
his second cup of tea, Fratelli excused himself. He spent most of the morning
in his office, reading documents, writing letters, signing documents. As noon
sun climbed high and poured through the office window, Fratelli leaned in his
chair and rested. Even though he expected an audience soon with some prominent
people of Lucca, maybe he could steal a nap? Tiredly, he eyed the large,
blue-coated book he’d recently began reading and for a moment, rested his head on
it. Very soon, he drifted off to sleep.
~
~ ~
After waking, Cardinal Fratelli helped himself to hot tea, grapes, rolled prosciutto and bread-sticks. Munching, he longingly looked out the window. Many birds flew by. He worked a little more in the office, grew bored with the blue book and set it aside. It was time for afternoon Mass anyway. Father Rodrigo came and fetched his green vestments. They were not his favorite vestments, the cloth was rather old and crinkly, feeling course against his hands. Yet he said nothing. Halfway through the initial prayers, one of the candles flickered and died out. He stopped speaking and stared at it.
Rodrigo patiently waited. Eventually the cardinal continued but he couldn't resist peering at that silly candle, wanting to relight it. It detracted him throughout the entire Mass.
Just as Fratelli removed his vestments and strode from the chapel, Dina met him.
"Sergio Ricollina and his family are waiting for you," she said.
Can't I have a minute to myself? the cardinal mused.
~ ~ ~
Now,
Sergio and Julia Riccollina had a daughter named Veronica. She arrived to the
audience late. Having long, dark-brown hair and bright, blue eyes, she was one
of Lucca’s loveliest women- and it was no secret she sought for a husband.
Sergio Riccollina proudly smiled as she entered the room. How he cherished his
dearest daughter, clad in a blue dress that hugged her figure, smiling
radiantly.
“It
is an honor to meet you, Your Eminence,” she began in a rehearsed tone.
“You
as well,” Fratelli answered.
The
previous conversation was forgotten as Veronica sat in a chair beside her
parents. Happy to have all the attention, she continued speaking:
“Oh,
how glad I am to see Lucca’s beautiful cathedral! Maybe I can come there by
myself some time and pray?”
“Yes
anytime,” Fratelli answered.
She
kept looking over at him and by now, he grew rather uncomfortable. When she
winked at him, fluttering her dark eyelashes, the cardinal stood up and walked
to the window.
“Maybe
it is time for you to be leaving?” he asked.
“Not
yet,” said Sergio, “It is time for a glass of wine.”
It
was about supper time… Anxiously, Fratelli removed his red skullcap and
groaned. On the way towards the kitchen, he stopped in his private chapel. Bowing before the altar, he spoke:
"Oh Lord, keep me from being irritable this evening. Give me peace. St Joseph, most kind, pray for me, that I remain pure in heart."
He crossed himself delicately then left. Supper was already waiting for him, roasted lamb with squash ravioli and greens. Sergio stood when the cardinal entered. But Fratelli was too occupied with how delicious it all smelled- and avoiding Veronica's glance. Caught in a reverie, he almost passed his seat.
"Your Eminence," Dina sighed as she helped him to his place.
"I am sorry" Fratelli replied, "It has been awhile since I ate..."
