the
two friends parted
“You can’t do that,” whispered Constansia,
his wife.
He lifted his dangling robes to his
laps, and sat up.
“What then should I do,” he shouted. And
stood up immediately, looking tired, and very angry.
“Hmmm,” she sobbed. And covered her
mouth. Her eyes filled with tears.
Since
they got married in Rome ten years ago, he had never raised his voice this high,
she thought. Why must he now?
