"Matter of the Heart" by Angelisa Fontaine-Wood
Matter of the Heart by Angelisa Fontaine-Wood The last thing Amadore Griffuccio expected was a wimple, at least not during his usual working hours. But there it stood, casting its shadow by votive candlelight and subtly swaying lamp, against the stone peeking through the scorched plaster. Its owner knelt before the tiny altar in the side chapel, nodding, bobbing even, almost as though the nun underneath was dancing rather than praying. And so, crouched behind a corner pew in the convent chapel, he waited. And waited. The moon rose. The moon set. He had ample time to regret the conversation that led to his present position, literal and figurative. Normally such deeds were simple affairs: get in, get out. He had heard tell of monks disguising themselves as a brother of another monastery, waiting ten years or more for a chance at grabbing a given relic. Amadore, however, was no monk, in disguise or otherwise. Quite to the contrary, as a priest’s bastard, each feat of daring-do s...
