I sat as if I had been turned to stone.
A NEAPOLITAN STREET SONG
Alone—
A city full of lights, of pleasure. The sea singing to itself as it rolled quietly into the harbor. A glow of light on distant Vesuvius. Gay throngs of people passing to and fro in the summer evening. Alone. For the first time in her life.
A heavy heart—there was no joy.
They had come to Naples on their wedding journey. Her brief happiness had been taken—torn from her.
Ashes.
He—cold—rigid—lay in the adjoining room.
Two candles burned. A nun prayed. Monica leaned out of the window.