[Poggio]

It was strange the first time he would see the elderly old woman would be the last time he and Zosa would be in the house. A new life awaited him just beyond the backdoor and nervously he held on to his childhood friend. It was a good thing the veil obscured his face. Hours ago he was ready to jump head first into the pool and now he was growing cold with each step. It felt so proper, would he see mars again?... how would the pictures turn out... was the stove off... why didnt zosa's father smile? His train of thoughts occupied him right up and through the priest introduction. Only the hand over his calmed the torrent of analytical assessments into one about the various indigenous fauna of Greece.