Reckless Angel
“Henrietta toiled up a steep street, a basket of figs and pomegranates on her arm. The June sun was hot and she hugged the shade of the lime-washed houses lining the street, wiping beads of perspiration from her brow with her sleeve. At the top of the hill, she stopped at a gate set into a high stone wall. Behind the gate lay a small courtyard shaded with a vine-covered trellis.
Daniel was sitting on a bench beneath an orange tree reading a sheaf of papers. He looked up as she came in and smiled. “What have you there?”
She crossed the courtyard, bending to receive his kiss. “Fruit from the market by the cathedral.” She held out the basket for his inspection. “’Twas so delicious-looking, I could not resist.”
He leaned back, squinting up at her as she stood dappled by sun filtering through the trellis. “But was that what you were sent to buy?”
“How did you know?” She grinned ruefully.
“Because the señora has been complaining to me most volubly about your unreliable shopping habits,”
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