Moldova, Chisinau All Saints Church, 2008
“You can wait outside, Andreea,” offered Antonia, gazing down the nave to where the altar stood, faintly illuminated by the moonlight that filtered through the windows. Her voice trembled, and terror was in her expression, but she did a creditable job of not sounding completely panic-stricken.
“No thanks,” replied Andreea, doing her utmost to keep her eyes averted not only from the altar, but from all of the gorgeously-painted and gilded images of angels and saints that glared at her from the walls and ceilings. “The only reason I came at all is because if you’re set upon doing this damn fool thing, I won’t let you do it alone. I don’t suppose you’ve changed you mind yet?”
“Sorry. I must try. But thank you, Andreea. I love you, you know?”
“I know. Good luck, dear.”