John Case

Father Azetti was tempted.Standing on the steps of the parish church, fingering a rosary, he gazed across the empty piazza in the direction of his favorite trattoria - and looked at his watch. It was 1:39 in the afternoon. And he was starving.Technically, the church was to remain open from eight...

Father Azetti was tempted. Standing on the steps of the parish church, fingering a rosary, he gazed across the empty piazza in the direction of his favorite trattoria - and loolced at his watch. It was 1:39 in the afternoon. And he was starving. Technically, the church was to remain open from...