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Father Francesco’s parish was up in the hills a cool, pleasant retreat from the heat of the distant city in the summertime. He was young and...

  “You’ve paid for what, Jack? An oil well?’ “Yes! It’s so exciting! The Goblin’s going to drill a well for us and take care of the ex...

 by Sheila Kinsella Chianti I tidy the kitchen countertop just the way Rob likes it. Left to right, equidistant between the sink and the...

Marilyn Pemberton  Chianti  I stand at the counter, my head hardly above the edge, staring at the man with one eye. Luckily it is not i...

Roger Noons a large glass of Chianti “Oh my God!”     Edward heard his wife’s voice even though he was in the bathroom ...