and kissed her on both cheeks.
âLook,â she told her, âlook whoâs come to rescue you.â
Sitting at the kitchen table, sipping coffee and anisette, was Father Leone. And grinning beside him was her little sister Clara.
âRescue me?â Betsy said.
âI told him that you were supposed to be a scientist but Papa left us brokeââ Clara began.
âShh, Chiara,â her mother scolded. âLet Father explain.â
âHeâs going to help you get a scholarship!â Clara blurted.
âWhat?â Betsy said. She dropped onto the floor at the priestâs feet.
His strong hands grasped her forearms and lifted her so that they were eye to eye.
âAfter your sister here explained what was happening, I called the school. They told me you maintain a straight A average,â Father Leone said in his smooth voice.
âI do!â Betsy said, in case he needed more evidence.
âI offered to tutor you, in Latin and mathematics, two nights a week. If you continue getting straight Aâs, it can be arranged for you to get a scholarship to study at Salve Regina College.â
âCollege?â Betsy said. She needed to be certain she understood what she was hearing.
âOf course,â the priest said, âin addition to your studies Iâll expect you to do some work at the church. Filing, typing. That sort of thing. Nothing is free, child. You must earn what you get.â
Betsy was nodding.
Her mother said sharply, âBut surely I could do the church work for her, Father?â
âIâll do it, Mama!â Betsy said. It would be just like her mother to ruin this one opportunity for her.
The priest glanced up at her mother, almost dismissively. âYou wonât have to take care of anything, Mrs. Rimaldi,â he said.
âBut I will,â her mother said evenly. âSo she can work on her studies.â
Silently, Betsy willed her mother to shut up.
Father Leone rose. He was such a tall man; Betsy had never noticed this when he stood at the pulpit in his flowing purple robes.
âYou have enough to do holding a family together alone,â he said, patting her motherâs hand. Then he helped Betsy to her feet. âWe will begin studying Latin next week then, Elisabetta?â
âBetsy,â she said, deciding right then that she was going to marry Father Leone.
âBetsy?â he said, laughing. âSo you are American through and through,â he continued in English.
Later, in bed with her sister, she whispered her plans to Clara.
âYou canât marry a priest,â Clara said. âItâs against the law.â
âNo, itâs not,â Betsy said.
âItâs against Godâs law,â Clara said.
Betsy closed her eyes but she couldnât sleep. She felt as if her life was finally beginning.
THE THIRD THING THAT HAPPENED, and Betsy believed this was the thing that really changed her life, was that her brother, Carmine, came home from the war. His best friend, Angelo Mazzonni, had been killed in action; Carmine, the Army notified them, was shell-shocked. He had been in an Army hospital for months and months, but there was no more they could do for him. None of them knew what to expect, although Belle said someone at the mill said it only meant he would be afraid of loud noises, and maybe he would tremble a little. This did not seem so bad.
But although those problems may have existed, clearly something very bad had happened to Carmine. He looked confused and said crazy things. It was like his brain had been injured, even though the Army assured them he had not suffered any wounds at all. In fact, he had medals, lots of them, for trying to save Angelo and others during battle. When they asked him about his bravery, he looked even more confused.
âBattle?â he said. âFrance?â
In bed that night they whispered together. How could they tell
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